lost cause

[periol]

it is an impossible task
says the fear
like a bird outside my window
and already i know
a lost cause

could be just the thing.
(and the wind whispers)
who can tell
without trying?
and i find i can imagine
what she whispers in your ears
if you listen.

i will listen
just a little longer
in case my ears will hear
in stereo whispers
the keys to write
and the words
to swing you
into
me.