awanderer

Sweet Sin

My mind craves its guilty pleasures but my heart knows better

A lifetime ain\'t worth a single day

 

To combat my mind is terror, I prefer to just bare witness

Take yourself out of the frame and see the big picture

 

Yet these desires don\'t cease

I yearn for its taste

That sweet aroma moaning my name

 

Fertile mind filled with crops

I struggle to understand my harvest

The reward must be hidden in the labor

Hidden too well, it seems