I can be anything at all
North, south, summer, fall
I can be anyone I want
Or I can be no one at all
Sweet misconception
Wandering through this life
With nothing but wanting
Wanting nothing but it all
Temptations calling
Temperatures rising
Above us all
Sweet morning calling
The night lay beside us
And we lay waiting
For another to fall
Falling from grace
Taking the place
Of one waiting
Afraid of living
Past the corner of the wall
Walking into distraction
Through the painted halls
Of liberty calling
Freedom from it all
But freedoms not free
When temptation comes to call
Sweet liberty pounding
A beat in the heart
That will be left wandering
Being anything at all

© 1997   Tim D. Coulter Sr.