Passions.. adolescent dreams felt from stories read.. crashing through the seams of silks and terrycloth in bed..
I roar social protest.. deep within my mind.. live up to your own test.. gotta know you are my kind..
This side of that curtain.. where no lies are seen.. society the baby.. meets kingdom of the teen..
Feel your primal calling.. always run to you.. faith is never broken.. by ‘Young Beautiful You’
Thought.. ‘as my path always seeks love.. I sense and am grateful for a love true..
as society does not accept all that is primal.. I am grateful in knowledge primal will be understood and accepted.. that we may have peace in certainty and necessary purpose’..