Don’t fight the feeling

Who is the man that sits softly in the night?

What is this feeling that stirs inside?

Where did my soul get permission to dance?

When will it propel me forth to act?

Why must I suffer this passion inside?

How can I fight it? Can I deny it?

The passion inside stirs forth, a volcano.

My body propels forward.

While my mind’s screaming “hell no!”

Deep inside I can’t fight it

I must love and let go. I can’t deny it.

Passion is nature’s distraction.