
I find myself aspiring toward who you always are. I think about desiring a different type of goal. I scold myself inquiring with 'event you will, ask', As we shall only see the answer through a sought-for soul.
If seeking is a deadly sin, then hang me up to dry. When searching for a spark within, you made my fire ignite. With time a fleeting factor but the will and wonder high, My patience is enamored by your never-ending smile.