I think you’re something special.
It’s a feeling that I have. It’s one I can’t explain.
Starting from the heart and flowing to tips of my fingers.

I think I’ll never find someone like you.
Like the morning star in the sky, you steal away the light
from other stars that wink away the night.

I think you’re a curse.
Like a cage, trapping my spirit. Begging to be set free.
I struggle because I’m afraid of the enclosing walls.

I think I need a way out.
But before I find one, the cage looks comforting.
Like a blanket of security, proving you’ll never leave.

I think I don’t have a choice.
I feel pain and joy. Frustration and excitement.
Perhaps, a curse can be twisted into a dream.

If you try.

I think I’m in love with you.
You’re my cage, my light in the sky, my security.
It is a curse, of course.

But at least I can be cursed with you

I marched up a long dirt path
with purpose and intent
to the edge of a door
disfigured by a dent

Knock, knock, knock
I called out: hey, hello!
I waited for a response
for anyone or thing to show

The sun began to fall
winking to its fellow moon
I stood in place and shivered
hoping for an answer soon

Only when the stars came out
did my impatience start to grow
I began to rattle the handle
to huff and puff and blow

I had not moved an inch
when first light began to shine
I need to get through that door
it’s an important goal of mine

My head whipped up in shock
Are those footsteps that I hear?
My heart began to race and thump
I pressed the door with my left ear

The steps began to grow in sound
I peered inside the lock
‘Excuse me’ said a voice behind me
And I whipped around in shock

A stranger stood in front of me
with pity in his eyes
But before I could respond
He began to move, to my surprise

Stepping off the same dirt path
he walked around the door
that stood alone before a field
and walked the path once more

I frowned at his disregard
for the path that we must take
And began to knock once more
until my hand began to ache

I made a silent vow to myself
that here is where I’ll stay
until the door is opened for me
surely it will happen one day

What if I told you
only fools love me.

My heart’s been stolen
by the waves and sunsets
and the mountains and seas.

It aches only for untravelled paths,
the whispers of the wind
through the flowers and trees.

Is it really a sin to surrender?
To push my spirit past its skin
and soar the skies to feel free.

Let me ask you...

What chance does anyone have?
When they’re up against the world
and when they’re up against me.