i wouldn't know what it's like
to feel the world
staring down my back
trying to find the soul
in all i do

nor do i want to feel
in me
those heartless eyes
look through your actions
like a sneaking spy
with files in the night

tell me when i'm losing you
to pictures in my mind
framing you inside the frail confines
of a dime

to cheapen souls costs money
that
the worth of knowing facts
cannot repay

its you i'm waiting for
not figures.
you i want to hold
not files
in a file-drawer
with keys to keep the door