Wheel of Yearning

A bit too much, to push you out,
But too little to remove my doubt. I
Want to think it's not designed. I
Need to feel like someone's mine. My

Power play sounds base to you, but
I've my greedy instincts too.
Trust to me is just lust set free,
Not metered musts, or soon or maybe.

Before I begin to console myself,
I'm slappin this chain on someone else.
Yet another lets you suffer, likely, in turn,
Spurning and burning, the wheel of yearning.

Your inner storm may lead me on, but it
Won't subside even when I'm gone, and
As you once more spin the wheel,
I'll be elsewhere, seeking real love. The

Things you say have no control. It's
What you do that betrays your sould, and the
Will to bind the self is still
The close consort of eager evil.

It's hard to be kind when your ego is bruised,
Easy to be mean when y ou feel you're losing.
Nothing good will be trouble free.
War is the path to a peaceful harmony...you
Know you meant the world to me, but
I've my image of destiny. I have
Learned to love what is truly mine, by
Releaseing those who would wheel our time.