A single drop, it forms on skin,
of my perspiration.
A single thought, it forms akin,
as of my own creation.
A single voice, as if by choice,
I file on this occasion.
Accept me, or let me free,
I ask of this nation.
Do not hem or still this tide,
I only want my nature.
To be with, whom I deserve,
on this occasion.
I fancy not the juggernaut,
of 2.3 creations.
I only want, the one I love,
and I will find salvation.
Let me be. Let me love. Let me be loved.
