Laying soundless
in the bed
Awakening with
a Need for
control
only to realize
that the
control
had been stolen
Years ago
by a trusted one
Looking up and
seeing the flaming hoop
that awaits
With the much
Wanted prize on the
other side
The hoop gets smaller
Jumping through
falling for The destiny
Knowing some form of
control, the Prize
will soon come
When the body embraces
the Long awaited concrete,
the Soul does not
For it had embraced
another Lover
Years ago