In clouds of gray and shades of melancholy
My sites are anchored in silence
When times and seasons define me
I say, I never could point out my preference
As to why, as to how, as to who should be
I never ever will know until you rescue me
In the mind of a sane man, I am selfish,
In the mind of a romantic, I am just too cautious
In my mind, what, then!
In my sensibilities, I am just scared.
Somehow I know it’s all of them.
But then, it’s all of me too.
Where do you go when you lose your way?
How do you decide between roads that will take you nowhere?
Why do you look for something you will never truly find?
I am running and I know I go nowhere.
I am thinking meager thoughts
In my melancholy, you come to rescue me,
But why do I look beyond your shoulder?
Tell me why? Do I yearn for you to be more?
In your rescue, I cringe, but ask you not to abandon me.
