Always searching for more, and never satisfied.
Always seeking for love, falling temptation to the divine feminine.
Always thinking, assuming, that the other will understand – the true nature of man.
Always hoping for more, expectations and assuming, that the other, too, feels the immensity.
She never knows for sure, as intelligent as she is.
I blame society, and the machine, enforcing such disharmony, and my disdain, for authority, never allowing our hearts to breathe.
Because in the end, the ones that maintain heart, to death, they bleed.