Listening with all senses is the key
But all picks do not always fit all lock
Tell me what your heart sings
Reading minds is a matter of habits
Failing are chances to comprehend

Tackling a friendship is like an ocean
We have only to choose a direction
But as it is with the universe of time
We may travel a straight line away
But will cross paths again, one day

And yet, I have broke resistances before
Hated as I walked over the threshold
As I pose like an irresistible dream
Not truly aware of my affect
Or to an untrained eye it may seem

Complicated are my actions in a day
But predictable lacks spontaneity
Bubbling through outward placidity
Holding on only to silent lucidity
Never seeing the unique nature of the mystery