I was born for going.
I was made for flying.
I was destined to run.
I was designed to explore.
but now, at the final hour,
I find I want a bit more.

I find myself quite stuck there.
In your perfect flawless smile.
The shores of tomorrow are calling
but my feet keep stalling.
Working for one more minute
to hear your soul, to learn your mind.
Because I keep falling into your words.

Here I am, the flight risk
the born to be a bird
born to freedoms call
but staring at my phone waiting for yours.
Lingering on the beauty in the word
You.

You are beautiful
Sometimes I think you are the only thing
that could tempt me off my path
even though I know you would never do that
My heart and mind fight with a passionate wrath
Go Go Go she shouts
but HIM HIM HIM she yells

He's gone I think
but, my heart says,
sixty days to twilight
and I intend to fight.