What if I decided to let go
of my restraint and leave
my little whims to grow
and blossom into monstrous desires?
What if I listened to what my body told me?
Rejecting the furious alarm of the mind
for a delicious bit of pleasure from
If it's all the same to you, there isn't merit to anything if everything has value.
If it's all the same to you, I have grown tired of the struggle to be reasonable
to be logical and good and pure and sound and demure;
fighting tooth and nail to shut off the valve
of pulsating possibilities so that I am
left in the Desert, thirsty and weak.
If it's all the same to you, I'll loosen my grip but I won't let go of the reins.