Migration

I usually slip and slide  
Down this mountain called love
Especially after the climax
After that, shit kinda gets boring
After climbing those mountains
I always end up falling  
After, I never learn the lessons  
From the mistakes  
I've made after each one
 
So I quit climbing those Mountains of Love
Took a walk thru the Plains of Lust
I was walking alone
Lost everything and so I gave up
Dragged my body thru the Desert of Detestation
And for being an abomination  
Love loathes me and hate shows affection  
I keep what I get
And what I get
I treat it like it's priceless
 
My thirst for devotion
Shows in my coldness
That heart of mine
Ice cold like the Artic  
I'm finding warmth in relations
Not very fond of the path that I've taken
 
I sit on a thinking cliff
Watch the world falling  
Poor men crawling
From under rocks
With loose change in their socks
Just to pay for love
The currents don't pull in
You catch my drift?  
 
No? I guess not
Tired of falling  
Impact will come soon
 
Something catches my attention  
Before I reach the end
You...  
 
I'm done falling  
Falling indicates an end
This is as consistent as the wind in spring  
And in it forever, I'm soaring