Counselor

Counselor, counselor
Teach me the story of me
And my plastic dreams
Fire is what I have always
Desired, though it has always
Costed everything to carry
This flame,
Turbulence says me for a life
Of power in the air, power in
The warfare up there,
I love the principality called
Me and my destiny,
Pain has taught me to
Unwind the walls, to say
Yes to the exits that form around
Me, summer never satisfies
For it’s burning gold here anyway,
The heat of no one is the great
Invitation to me,
Lonely is the city of light
The city of angels,
The city of height and width
But rarely it has depth,
Paltry are these requests,
Salted is the mystery You
Keep for me,
History has only taught me
To love all that is not easy,
Warmth daily, comfort maybe,
I cannot demand anymore of
The suite life,
But in You I will embrace what
Any man would run away from,
Growing numb I resist,
Face oneself to love that which
You have made

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