The reason I would perform an act

That has no beneficial results

Is because of a lack of the necessary consciousness

To evaluate the pre-existing causative factors

The timing of my entry

An inability to accurately predict results

Even an unwillingness to concern myself

With the effects on others or myself

Given certain actions.

Let us walk into the tunnel of war

Where all is fair

And nothing is as it seems.

Given that the goal is survival -

After all, this is not a boardgame -

Or any extent of a dream

This is culmination of a long life.

From where does this drive exist

That forces one into deep circumstances

Where life is held at bay

While you peer over the edge of the cliff

Wondering if she really is all that -

And if you are really where it is at

And if together the world sings sweetly

Morning, noon, night & in between

That is love dear

Yes, that dear is love.

Something in the eyes

A look of constant seduction

As if just breathing

Was enough to compel connection

And then she smiled

And the Pacific blushed