Of a tired tear, and a guilty gaze

don’t trade the moments
 I tell myself
Just lie down 
Or stand still
Don’t renew the contract 
Of a tired tear 
And a guilty gaze,
Why would you 
Then steer clear of the bushes
Wanting to entangle you
Carelessly
Just like that
Without a purpose 
But a lot of passion, 
Is it to remind you
That there are seeds
Buried inside 
In a corner of grain bin
Wanting to sprout
Wanting to sprout
Don’t put out 
Don’t put out
The fire within