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Where would I be if not for your wild heart?
I ask this not from love, but selfishly-
How could I live? How could I make my art?
Questions I wouldn’t ask if I was smart.
Take the whole thing on faith. Blind eyes can see
where I would be if not for your wild heart.
Love or need-who can tell the two apart?
Nor does it matter much, since both agree
that I need you to live and make my art.
Are you the target; am I the bow and dart?
Are you the deer that doesn’t want to flee
and turns to give the hunter her wild heart?
I bite the apple and the apple’s tart
but that’s the complex taste of destiny.
How could I live? How could I make my art
in some bland place like Eden, set apart
from the world’s tumult and its agony?
Where would I be if not for your wild heart?
How could I live? How could I make my art?
-Gregory Orr, Wild Heart
I ask this not from love, but selfishly-
How could I live? How could I make my art?
Questions I wouldn’t ask if I was smart.
Take the whole thing on faith. Blind eyes can see
where I would be if not for your wild heart.
Love or need-who can tell the two apart?
Nor does it matter much, since both agree
that I need you to live and make my art.
Are you the target; am I the bow and dart?
Are you the deer that doesn’t want to flee
and turns to give the hunter her wild heart?
I bite the apple and the apple’s tart
but that’s the complex taste of destiny.
How could I live? How could I make my art
in some bland place like Eden, set apart
from the world’s tumult and its agony?
Where would I be if not for your wild heart?
How could I live? How could I make my art?
-Gregory Orr, Wild Heart