I owe you more than you know,
Yet I the fool do not show.
What shouldn't be so hard to express.
But I play the cautious the neural side,
Where my mind goes where I hide.
What then does that make me?
A lost soul out on the sea?
My words will scatter and fail me,
And all that will be left is my actions to prevail thee.
So I just simply float on this haze and hue,
Yet at times my mind wraps around you.
Thinking, dreaming, and trying to understand,
That I need to change.
And be something more,
Than a fool of a man.