Conversations with a Roman girl

Soulless you aren’t my dear,

fear is the most potent

of all curses which hold you back,

in a sack, wishing and wanting

someone take you out discover

your strength, your will,

none will appear, it is you still,

perfectly fitting the bill,

to drag you, flag you,

as the chosen one!

Only then hoards will come,

appreciating what you bring,

your voice, how you sing,

the hymn of life, open your heart,

close your eyes, aimlessness dies

And leap for a fresh new start