vakara pārdomas
Some aspire to kingly heights
Some aspire to jump from them
Some aspire to reach for light
Some aspire for endless dark

Desire's the thing that moves the world
and so it moves on and on
crushing bones and giving laughs
taking us beyond the stars

And so it ends within the frame,
the strength of breath and length of hand
but what if "within the reach" were transformed to "don't want to cling"
I want to see