Not what I want.
Not the hunger, not the fear, not the politeness.
None of it.
Someone else was meant to walk in these shoes.
Let me slip out of these shoes.
Can I not dance with the trees?
Why do you not love me?
Why am I not at home on this earth?
Why can I not touch that which is before me?
Earth, heaven, the brow of a stranger.
We are all strangers.
Look, but don't touch.
Sounds, but not heard.
Come, come and hear me.
Come, come and touch me.
Let me awaken to passion.
Let me awaken to life.