How deep shall my words mean;
inside your mind,
when they have never been
allowed by time;
to travel space or dream;
guided by the signs;
that threatens, never seen
abided by the lines;
but really, how'd they be
if given chance;
be warm embraced with glee
inside your hands;
shall they behave to see;
and feel your palms;
or they'd be joyous bees
that's gotta dance;
maybe their honesty's
what you don't want;
maybe they consciously
know that you can't;
might be you won't believe;
or ever grant;
your pleaded wide percieve
I've always thanked;
I'm only asking say,
for time will pass;
might be there's no again;
might this won't last;
lucky, we've not been strayed,
let's not outlast;
this moment be away;
please hear me ask.
