hundreds years of suffering and deception have passed.
and there is that crossroad, where there is a luxury to love one.
and if there is a time, when that is not going to be enough, soon.
there is always, another.

hundreds years of suffering and deception has passed.
there is no need for butterflies, chasing and joy any more.
i am not looking for love. i just want to dance.

and if there is someone to chase me, good.
but that is all on you. all the hell, pain and loss.
all the devastation.

i have my relish. i have my caution.
i have it all.

in some way, i might be blessed.