Maybe I'll find you somewhere along this road
fatigued, exhausted yet still going the Toad
Like I do in sleeplessness while counting sheep
and in my freaking dreams soon as I slip into sleep
Maybe I'll find you sky high Soaring like the eagles
under the hit of excess Hennessey or wine
with a symptomatic drinking rash worse than Measles
trying to find that illusive equilibrium many call fine
starting fights and breaking bottles in bars
within and without bearing untold pain from wounds and scars
battling to dissuade desolation by pushing
out with the very rich fat bellied man driving posh cars
wearing a gorgeous mask of a smile, exasperated by whatever he does...
Maybe I'll find you locked up in a library with a pile of novels
trying to evade the absurd sting of reality, a big pile, bibles
maybe I'll find you on a boulevard lost in the labyrinth of your psyche
or scrolling through your Facebook account for stuff you like
and you'll coincidentally collide with me and ignite the spark
like it happens in the movies, or maybe we'll meet in the park
when you are out with your girlfriends for little leisure
and in that instant I'll know you're the long time coveted treasure
maybe I'll find you in the night along a strategic point
watching the twinkle of stars and glowing mesmer of the moon
or maybe we'll shelter at the same shed evading April showers
and sprout will, your smile with the aura of the red rose flowers
or maybe we'll find us at my birthday party sometime in June
who's to tell, maybe we'll meet battling devils in the same Hell
or just trail the mucus of mutuality,snails of a shell
birds of a feather, maybe that's how plots of our stories come together
to start the long tiring Great Trek to that place they call Forever
or maybe we'll meet at the beach whilst we're exploring deep ends
or just at the neighbourhood right where the Tarmac bends
it might even be on twitter while tracking numerous trends
and from a heated argument end up being close friends
it may probably result from dialing wrong numbers
or back at the countryside tending to adjacent shambas
it could be in a night club grooving to new hits
lusting for intimidating yet amorous thighs exposed underneath your long slits
maybe I'll find you at my workplace, holding the latch
or on that Sunday I'll rejuvenate my spirit for prayers and church
I can't really tell where, or when... but I know you're out there
waiting, hoping, praying... anxious to an extent of doubting God's care
but I'll find you in one corner of this massive small earth
I'll find you and we'll consequently find us...