A spark that flickers, born from fire within,
No need for substance, just the primal sin.
Pure energy surging, wild and free,
A current of desire, flowing endlessly.
No pill, no drink, just raw, fierce need,
An untamed force that plants a seed.
A heartbeat pounding, a pulse so true,
The power of passion, alive, anew.
In this pure energy, we find our might,
A dawn of longing, shining bright.
No crutch required, just the soul’s own flame,
A dance of energy, wild
and untamed.