I’ve never once held true love...
I’d imagine it would be like holding a glass ball
It’s nice- Dancing with fragility,
Swaying to a beat that sounds like Forever,
Just trying not drop it
When you look into it,
you see an alternate version of reality,
A beautiful, warped world that holds light differently
I’ve never looked through that glass
See, I’m the wise single friend at the party
Hiding behind a facade
Of freedom and independence
Chanting the mantra of
“you don’t need no man”
But that doesn’t mean I’m not looking
Right now I’m stuck in the biggest game
of Marco-polo I have ever played
And I don’t remember the game being so hard...
“There’s plenty of fish in the sea” they say
Yet day after day, I stand upon a boat
Calling our into a sea of potential...
Not once have I ever heard a polo in reply...