And he became predictable like all the others before him

battle

..i asked Naa/why we always seem to want more/than the simple/maybe its us/maybe its all the fuss/that we make of what seems to be unreachable/untamable/unchangeable/mystical madness/that draws us into its deep confusing depths/where we revel in our exquisite torture/we treasure the challenge of/unbridled love-hate/relations that hurt and command us/to kneel and we/do…./when will we allow ourselves to see/that we don’t have to be/here/that we can be free…/maybe alone…/maybe …/but still../free.