First Love: The eye of a hurricane
In the eye of a hurricane
chaos may surround me
but I remain completely sane
focused on the one person I can see
I don’t really see who is there
only what I would like to be
My fascination comes not out of care
but out of something much more care-free
Out of obsession, devotion, and hopefulness
Illusion, deception and senselessness
But what choice in this setting
we all fix on something stable
even if there is little betting
it is anything more than a fable
Looking back I can smile
at the naivety of youth
even if it took a long while
for me to realize the truth.
A painful journey no doubt,
engulfed by the whirlwind
spun inside and out
till little was left to rescind.
The remnants I cling on to
A better focus for me it provides
A goal and a purpose to chase anew
where the only true love resides.
In my own soul and determination
pursued till all ends in extermination.