Muse XVIII - Iceberg

Maybe I wasn’t infatuated, but desperate for sharing the perception of my own reality. Oblivious to a world that is a sum of infatuation and disappointment.

My only wish was to become an iceberg, fearing all eyes on me - like this would be significant. Although, becoming an iceberg as a consequence isn’t a tragedy. But a sing of strength. Now my heart lives in my head.