The soul and a tender heart
subdued by muscle and bone
still yearning to be touched
though out of view and guarded
strength of will exerted at some price
undefined and mysterious the cost
No games can molest me
no time for your insanity
the farthest point from all factors
untouchable (and becoming non existant?)
what weight does it carry, anyway?
just the pain of loss, injury, and desire
exposed it would become torn to bits
as it is, it still has some small pull
will not be exposed for empty promises
will not be exposed for childish games
will not be exposed to give unto chance
my prized self, it must be protected
no cost too hight to pay
no toll will slow my stride
to come through the other side whole
PRICELESS
