New York

Why wouldn't you sell your soul while you kneel and pray, break free from the bars that hold your mouth, challenge the paradox, blow open Pandora's box?  Trade your fears for tears, that once fm sadly down.  They caress upturned corners of lips that savor the saltiness you once wiped away.  Days that stretch into hazy headonism without apology.  Trying for things unreasonable, living for love unattainable.  Feeling beyond their humanity, claiming the clear insanity, good morning reality.