MANDEL.ZOOM14.SATELLITE.JULIA.ISLAND
Our heart will lead the way.
Then our brains will have their say.
I am sulking, this I know.
I cannot seem to grow.
I am still a spoilt child,
(That is to put it mild.)
I crave and get so much,
Loving attention and such.
Having reached farther than my dreams.
This might be it, or so it seems.
Though I can never be quite sure
Of what will hold the next allure.
It will have to do with love
And be outsourced from up above.
If celebrations are postponed once more,
My eyes will certainly be sore.
How can I help the human race
If we only try to save our face?
We cannot own up to all our sins,
But know that love always wins.
