Lost, locked in a whirlwind,
Trying to pull myself out,
I'll grab anything but your hand,
The road less traveled by,
Was the familiar route.

Lost in the quicksand of your eyes,
A beautiful pool of mud,
Rung my heart out to dry.
Forced whispers inside my head,
"Try! Try!" They all said.

How do you cherish, shield, and protect
property that isn't nestled on your deck?
How do you love, care, and cradle
Something thats not on the table?

If you think I wrote this about you,
Then it's most definitely true,
That adoration, affection affected
By endless alteration in the depths of my heart
Leave me with no other choice
Then to ask, "Where do I start?"