I think about you, wesley,
And your rapid change of pace.
I see the pain of changing now,
The longing in your face.

I tell you, maybe there's something to this after all...

But you strive for honesty, and then you don't.
You can't, you never will.
Touch me with your sentiments.
Forget the fear and just be still.

Show me your muse,  her wells of eyes,
Tell me all she's done.
How words could make a better man
Or be a friend to one.

Romance isn't sweet, but I'll admit,
I've known it once or twice.
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(She's better than the last…)
You're dying for a future now,
Not living in the past.

For sweet Art's sake, a nest of lies,
The poverty of self,
puts you up high and lost in shadow,
Pining on the shelf.

So speak your mind, now, if you must,
Aloud, to no avail,
Your nature blind of clever words,
Is always bound to fail.