LAST CYCLE © 2008
All the moments, once lived in secrecy,
Reveal themselves to the world, but leave fear.
When shared, they become unsettling,
Lacking the sparkle, the touch of the moments.
Where is the magic, the flash of explosion?
That euphoria that invades the heart?
Pure adrenaline, unmeasured emotion,
The intention to be more, to feel life.