Poetry.

"It doesn't Intrest me what you do for a living

I want to know what you ache for and

if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.

It doesn't Intrest me how old you are.

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,

for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't Intrest me what planets are squaring your moon.

I want to know if you have touched the Centre of

your own sorrow If you have been opened by life's

Betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from

The far, of further pain, mine or yours own

without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it." - Beyonce C.