I can never decide if it is you who carves your name in my heart or I ?

 We journey the expanse between love & madness

 Arms outstretched, trying to clutch some elegant universe, just out of reach.

 While they say that all sparks will burn out in the end

 This lonely proposition comes dark & mysterious

 Something of which I am often accused more than I am comfortable.

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You welcome yourself home

 And long to measure the discernable degree with which things matter. 

Mostly, we are found dwelling in the wallpaper of regret & distraction

 Lost in prospect. 

Our mind’s eye of what’s "meant to be" falls short & frequent.