Opportunity arrived that day,
Always one for opportunity, your gears began to turn.
But it arrived as swiftly as I took it away.

Your brow became furled, your eyes grew dim.
I refused your plea, your curiosity to within.

I play it safe, I keep myself chained.
I’m not spontaneous,
And to you I'm tame.

I look past and ahead,
I'm optimistic.
“But optimism is no match for reason” you said.
This love is logical and right
and “you’re my best friend”

But my dear best friend,
I have to ask,
Why is it that through all this struggle,
Through all this wonder and love
You only see the end?