Beneath your facade
You are as goofy as anything
Yet you surround yourself with sponge absorbed bubbles, bits of soap that will pop and perish over time.
You know the one with the heart of gold lies in front of you,
Clear as day: our paths were meant to cross.
Who knows if they will straighten out.
I'll wait as you prosper, I'll wait as you grow. I will always wait for you, no matter how slow.