Desire

It's filled with seeds of desire
My heart's set on fire.
Travelling far and wide,
Looking for someplace to hide.
It's cowering away from this emotional cascade.
My weathered soul will soon fade.
It finds a bed upon which it rests,
Searching for a welcoming nest
To lie in for a while,
Comfortably in denial.
The flower in my soul begins to wilt.
My twisted mind begins to tilt
A degree towards sanity,
Now I am ready to be me.