The passing of time

The gruelling consequences of age and inhibition.

Dancing with the wolves on the street strewn with silver pieces.

I’ve waited, yet the answer is often too evasive.

Be free and dance, but keep your center of gravity well balanced

There is still so much more you have yet to understand.

You seem to dismiss this heart

In place of knowing my name, and only hearing the words you wish to hear.

Your desires are plenty

But your wisdom yet still so under developed.

The streets are slick,

Keep the light by your side.