Patriot - Crying

How well could i save the sight of her

blue hand, curling in the water?

what started as business

forks off into a

[Curious request:

gamble with fire

and i’m a burning liar

«Would you… pass the salt?"]

above all, to myself

my loyalty is a hell

even when you think you know,

you are still becoming, Orlando

with the change of plot --

please be patient with your heart

how much longer would i have to spend

sailing forward 'til we meet again?

blowing in a circle,

i forget movement

take me back, through the smoke

back to the mighty oak

to that spot in the woods

i thought i understood

all alone, to myself

my loyalty is a hell

with love there

is no ending

no goal and same goes

for the person you

become

so make ample room

for each emerging truth

i wish i had a little more time

the current moves me forth, but i still look behind

even when you think you know,

you are still becoming, Orlando

with the change of thought --

please be patient with your heart