Timing is an avocado, it’s required to make a good burrito.
Running, speeding though life
But I hold my self in strife,
I wish to go the scenic route,
And slow my life down with you.
What is this?
What are you doing to me?
I knew who I was!
Or did I?
Was that really me?
Are you changing me?
I know who I am!
Or do I?
How have you done this?
Was I this unstable before?
Why do you draw me so?
Or am I captivated?
Do you know you are doing this?
Do you know my frailties?
How my every whim is subject to your sovereignty?
Or are you clueless?
Can it be?
You do not understand?
Do you think me over-bearing?
Or am I weak?
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I want to know,
I want to hear you say,
This can’t come true,
We can’t compete.
I want to know,
I want to hear you say,
We are out of our leagues,
respectively 10000 under the sea.
I want to know,
I want to hear you say,
This cabaret won’t go on,
show’s over go home.
Because with a look like that,
eyes that pierce the sun,
you’re gonna go far,
without this lonely moon.
I want to know,
I want to hear you say,
We can’t dance,
this short night away.
I want to know,
I want to hear you say,
This is just a fascination,
nothing lasting more than a day.
I want to know,
I want to hear you say,
We are pitiful,
a disgrace to our own ways.
Because with a look like that,
eyes that pierce the sun,
you’re gonna go far,
without this lonely moon.
I want to know,
I want to hear you say,
We’re finished,
done, and to leave you be.
I want to know,
I want to hear you say,
This feels like jury duty,
forced and uncomfortable,
a room of perfect strangers.
Because with a look like that,
eyes that pierce the sun,
you’re gonna go far,
without this lonely moon.
I want to let go,
I want to hear you say,
That we should part ways,
But that’s just me.
What wisdom can a simple tree,
living life so eagerly,
provide of me, young in my years,
and still wet behind the ears?
It’s not the shade, but one inside it,
who has brought me to this fit,
rocked my soul in so much haste,
and laid my mortal world to waste.
My theory on the lesson taught,
by the shade, to be wrought,
is patience here, patience there,
to be together without despair.
Block the light, dark is made,
to use wisdom requires intelligence,
and who can respond but with negligence,
when one’s heart remains in shade?