If I am to give words
To how I perceive you in my mind
How would I define you?
Look around your room
The walls, the windows, the mirror, the roof
Don’t they whisper the same words, too?
I know, I sound pretty lame
This life is not an imitation game
So why should I be ashamed
To admit, that I know the signs? I’m not a fool
The mutters, the stares, the laughter, the glares
And your long hair, drifting in the austral air
Yet, what good can these words be
When fate fails to fathom you and me
Like a master deceiver, I choose to suffer
Till the calling comes, till you beg to differ
Oh, how I crave to hear, that I’m a fool to fear
By the day’s demise, our truth shall appear
But until then, I deny to give voice to these words
I’ll set them free.