I lead with my heart, letting deeds bleed me cold.
The cruelty of form and substance was told,
teach this boy to be a man, to claw and cling for every scrap,
this life is our trap and rapture, and all the bleeding a must to trust.
Launch yourself into oblivion, again and again unknowingly lost,
seeking to find the innocence that slowly disappears in the dust.
A phoenix you will be, one day near or far, and from the ashes,
what was dust-to-dust will thrust ever skyward with life’s lust.
Retrospect vainly will know that the truth was ever thus.