Sitting here alone at my pseudo desk, with my first spare minute in a while I write to her. Don't ask who she is because I hardly know her. She only answers to muse and she only pops in as often as a deadbeat dad. The allure of the candlelight was too much tonight.



The surprise behind your eyes
The twist in your fist
The chance in your dance

these are a few of my favorite things... about you


I have no right to say half the things I say even if I'm right more than half the time.
You watch me from afar without a word, without a thought or resign
spreading a message of love through your own intelligent design

What kind of dreamer do you think I am at this point?
to beg at the feet of one who is awake
while I sleep away the pain and you subconsciously disappoint

I've told you to take a chance and do something I'd least expect
but you took it as an oppurtunity to frantically stay the same
speeding your way down to a life of my disrespect

When you turned around you bumped into me standing behind
it's where I'll always be if you decide to move forward
I want you to see the way I feel when you're blind

that trace in that face
that rejoice in your voice
that kind in your mind

these are a few of my favorite things... about you