Dancing on the intersection of arrogance and wisdom.
Strong, both in will and body.
Bruises only serve as fuel to do more.
Skin so tender, heart so fragile, hardly real.
What anomaly is this?
Open the door, shower under the bamboo faucet.
The words and music wash over this stone exterior.
So many miles away and always so close.
No reason, no understanding, only passion.
Why such an enigma?
Some worthy opponent in this trial of life.
Bring to the surface the potency.
Fighting only as a facade for the deepest love.
Pushed to a wall, pinned down, unable to restrain.
A mysterious bird will fly.