I’m not good at being forward I have this habit of becoming disordered I let my emotions change the color of my sleeve In my aspirations I hope to find belief I walk through jungles and rainforests Once in a while I see through the canopy Into the skies of my memories And request that stars dance to the rhythm of us I keep them alive to avoid the gathering of dust My memories, caught in the Pensieve of your eyes Have ignored all the times I told myself lies I may not be your ideal Superman But I’d accept Peter Pan if you’ll go with me to Neverland I’ve rarely been so captivated by a girl Sure, Zooey Deschanel is quirky in New Girl And Emma Watson bewitched me from the start Anna Kendrick was perfect in Pitch Perfect Alex Morgan is the luckiest 13 I’ve ever seen But I choose you! To fill my canteen You quench my thirst when the loneliness dries me I was not made to walk in a desert My heart is an amphibian Living like a Floridian in the ice-cold tundra we call Rexburg You still need the sun, no matter how much it snows I’ll trudge on in the jungle; dormant in the night I’ll carry on with you in mind, until the time is right Once I’ve faced death, or even a spider Then, I think I’ll top the greats; George of the Jungle, Aslan, Mogly, Tarzan, Batman, Peter Pan, Harry Potter, Genghis Kahn, Michael… Jackson or Jordan They’re all kings and I’ll be in their league As I shake off the fatigue and find courage in you To make it through the awkward moment of simply saying “You’re a real kind of gorgeous” In that chorus, played on my rhythm of heartbeats I found my way out of the back streets From deep in the jungle I’ve come to know as Fear A jungle that disappears when your presence is near Sometimes I have to stop walking, stop thinking I feel like I’m on the verge of something spectacular Anything normal might ruin that