i've got my *eye* on you.
i want this to work. more than anything. more than i could even describe right here with mere words and phrases. even communication through words, typed or voiced, still pales in comparison to what i am thinking. hoping. figuring. examining. contemplating how. in - side.
things are so different now. always changing, forever in motion. forward. always progressing forward. never back. never back again. dont look back now. what i see won't matter, i've been there already. how else would i be here, now? never look back, the direction is forward. looking forward again. for here lies the challenge. the judgment which awaits me depends on my performance during the next few moons. how i handle my own. don't fail me now, wings. this is what you were made for, remember?
i am missing something. i know what it is... a path. "faith", if you so please. i have it, but it has no name. no face. no recognizable traits. i don't know if i can trust..... it. who can i trust right now? in this moment of "truth"? how can i do this without a path? a course of action? a "battle-plan"? something to fall back to if i stray?
things are so different now. trust is a beautiful stranger. you don't know her, nor can you recognize her if she looks into you. you only can know for sure, if she's really her or if she's a fake, when she touches you. right there [use you imagination, i know you have one] . that is when you know. and if you are lucky enough to catch her, don't let her go. it isn't often that she shows herself un-masked.
so what are you waiting for? what am i waiting for? here i am... i know what i have to do. i have to try to find the delicate hand of hers, and hope it fits to mine. for if not, and she is indeed fake, then i need to be prepared. ready to turn back. and start over. back to the path of the unknown, to find that beautiful stranger. my hand is outreached... someone take it, and walk with me...
i want this to work. more than anything. i want you. lead me to where the stranger dwells.
i've got my *eye* on you.
things are so different now. always changing, forever in motion. forward. always progressing forward. never back. never back again. dont look back now. what i see won't matter, i've been there already. how else would i be here, now? never look back, the direction is forward. looking forward again. for here lies the challenge. the judgment which awaits me depends on my performance during the next few moons. how i handle my own. don't fail me now, wings. this is what you were made for, remember?
i am missing something. i know what it is... a path. "faith", if you so please. i have it, but it has no name. no face. no recognizable traits. i don't know if i can trust..... it. who can i trust right now? in this moment of "truth"? how can i do this without a path? a course of action? a "battle-plan"? something to fall back to if i stray?
things are so different now. trust is a beautiful stranger. you don't know her, nor can you recognize her if she looks into you. you only can know for sure, if she's really her or if she's a fake, when she touches you. right there [use you imagination, i know you have one] . that is when you know. and if you are lucky enough to catch her, don't let her go. it isn't often that she shows herself un-masked.
so what are you waiting for? what am i waiting for? here i am... i know what i have to do. i have to try to find the delicate hand of hers, and hope it fits to mine. for if not, and she is indeed fake, then i need to be prepared. ready to turn back. and start over. back to the path of the unknown, to find that beautiful stranger. my hand is outreached... someone take it, and walk with me...
i want this to work. more than anything. i want you. lead me to where the stranger dwells.
i've got my *eye* on you.