Love this. It’s from the eighties, I don’t know how many of you know this one, but it is beautiful.
It flows through me like lava, burning my soul
It makes me want to shake and lose all control
Sometimes it breaks me, sometimes it makes me feel whole
It makes me live, when life has taken its toll
It wants what it wants but disappears at a whim
It teases and taunts and sometimes fills to the brim
To be there with it I have to go out on a limb
The way to contact it leads through the within
I write and talk to you and ask you to stay
I don’t want to bother you but I have so much to say
The cracks in the walls come out when we play
You know I’ll be there with you, come what may.
I am like a fountain
Sometimes turned on.
life pouring out of me
Sometimes, turned off.
Silent and still.
I look to speak, to you.
Speaking to you, articulating the waters within
Can turn on the fountain.