Existence

Existence
Heart hurts, heart pacesThumping inside, racing awayUncontrolable attackOf the strangest kind,Heart is playing with my mind.Beating, pulsing bloodRushing through my veins,Entering systematicallyThrough my shell,Revitalising and pumping my existence.There is a connection...A solution for the moment.Free to be wholeAccepted and heldWanted and loved,Understood and shelteredFrom a world so wrong.I live with the beatI'd die in the rhythmBut this is my song.
Tarek Nassif
2005