It doesn't interest me
It doesn't interest me how old you are I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
For love
For your dream
For the adventure of being alive.
I want to know if you can be with joy Mine or your own. If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers or your toes
Without cautioning us
To be careful
To be realistic
To remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappointment another to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusations of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty everyday and you can source your own life from its presence.