It is the passion, warmth, and fire.
The longing, infatuation, and desire.
The cleansing cup that flows.
All throughout the living soul.
Material things, gifts of the flesh.
Creating memories to later impress.
While carrying the sword so bold.
Using words to breakthrough or seal our mold.
From start to finish it’s in all living things.
It’s a key to a door, a heartfelt sting.
A poke and glimpse at being alive.
We do our best after we’ve arrived.
Working to cherish it during our stay.
We enjoy our lives feeling this way…
Electric Icarus Project 