What do you see in my eyes shining and sparkling,
Your hustling lore of fantasy, a myth?
Call me by my name, in your head juggling a piece,
Some lent work of art, splendid place to be.
Pick out a memory making you hurt your back,
And push it closer to me, flowing like an accusation.
Can’t you go ahead with all your fear to a sleep,
Thinking you don’t understand what are you upto?
Standing you are, saying a lot but listening none,
All the world see, it might be something like love.
Your feet held up at work with no movement,
Not coming for me, are you?
I wonder if I be here, where I might be,
Coming for you or just letting you go …