I’ve become fearful of counting sheep.
And the days don’t come easy.
Prevalence exists alone.
And mankind seems to be altered by a mood swing.

So when the winds stop flowing.
And this white colored precipitation melts away.
I’ll take off my jacket and wish my body the best.
Because there is no plain sight unless you’re blessing me with that smile.

So I’ll follow this worldly wonder and take my chance.
Carrying my posture better than a wooden plank.
Watching ideas grow off you like a garden full of life.
And when the right time arrives, I’ll ask you to dance.

Say yes.