free

written in the space of one Kate Bush song...

sometimes these things just want to get out, i wasn't even controlling the flow much... there was no struggle... there were words wanting to form images and be free...

Listen…

In the wake of the desires

Splashed across your forehead

You tripped and almost fell

Felt like a wakeup call maybe

A glimpse of the desperation lurking

So your body reacted

So your body screamed

And your conscience retracted

It should have been the opposite

What a bore, what we want

What a pity what we need

Strange wishes kept hidden

'Don’t want to listen, don’t want to listen... '

And your body reacted

And your conscience shrieked

And somewhere a voice sang

Be ready to listen, listen…