What heart of hearts wants free,
A procrastinating mind has hidden the key.
To unleash such knowledge and intentions,
Could go good or bad, with or without mentions.
Should it be told or should it not?
Lest his life shall soon turn to rot.
For here in the shadows a young wolf crawls,
Residing in obscurity his true self calls.
His mind races wild with ideas of new,
Just like a skydiver’s first step into the great blue.
Away lies his fear, across many a sea,
The darkness which threatens him, and also helps hide the key.
For if this challenger does travel thus far,
It would be the end of maddening thoughts about his star.
And with his boisterousness he hides his heart,
Never knowing, never feeling his this all came to start.
Should he let loose his feelings and frustrations?
Or be left with his anxiety and possibly false affections?
What heart of hearts wants free,
Has he even started to look for the key?
