I'm caught in the vacuum between bad memories and hopeful dreams.

I'm trying to decide if I listen to my cautious head or my love-sick heart.

Holding onto the tatters of a life I've both constructed and pulled apart,

I'm ready to surrender if only I knew my cries didn't fall on deaf ears.

I'm willing to die to my old life, If only I knew for sure that you died for me.

If this is more than a myth, a story, a blind stab in the dark...

Then you know I'd follow you until the end.

I'm not looking for glory, or honour, or recognition.

I'm just looking for TRUTH.

I'm scarred that this is all wishful thinking, a fabrication to make life easier,

an intellectual construct to deal with the pointlessness of reality.

I'm so scarred that all of this is truer than you.

I would sell it all, give it all, to see past all the intellectual bullshit, the theories, the ideas and the endless analysis.

If I could see the HEART behind it all, the TRUTH, the ALL,

the only life and reason that all love exists in the first place,

then I would pour myself out, I would happily become a fool to possess the treasure of your love and to KNOW.

I want to be changed by love that knows no limit,

by love that kills selfishness,

by love that makes me limitless and makes me free.

Because you are freedom, your love is endlessly forgetful of my failings.

You are LIMITLESS.