So far away it seems,
Desolate in the corner,
You want to reach out, but your hands quickly retreat.

It's your mirage.
Waiting for you to take a long, hard drink,
Urging you to just give in.

But you won't.
You won't because though you know it tastes so good,
Your pride will never allow you to take a sip of sin.

But is it sin?
It's what you want but can't have.
Or, is it what you can have but don't want?

Are you afraid to let go?
To lost control?
To give into your enemy, your foe?

Perhaps you've had a misconception.
Perhaps this is not wrong at all.
Perhaps you can allow yourself to fall.

It's been a long time since you've given in to yourself
To let everything seem 'okay' again.
To let your heart give into desire.

But, still, you withold from taking a sip
Causing your heart to plummet,
Just because you won't allow yourself just one, meager dip.

But like every good apple,
There's always a bad seed.
And to your hunger you will feed.

In the garden of eden
You pick your fruits
Taste the only thing that has become unholy and sinful.

You long to take a sip of your mirage,
Yet you fear the dreams of eden will haunt you.
What a young, petty boy you are.

Letting your fears fall,
Drowning your hope,
And finally hearing your soul call.

But you suddenly, you cannot fight the urge
You take a sip and almost instantly you feel refreshed
You feel as if your heart and soul have been purged.

So now you try to identify
Point a finger,
Creep up a path to find what it is your mirage holds.

First you question your discovery, your mystery token.
Then you nod in understanding.
Perhaps your sin was really your long lost emotion.