So much magic and mystery in,
only your tiny spark.
what is there to pin?
But that devious shot in the dark.

Already lit it's growing.
So fast and hot,
I wonder what's not showing.
For that not everything you got.

You may think this a goad,
It's just nothing else fits on this road.
Would it be a fantasy?
To think of a courtesy?

On your way,
I hope your light never fades.
Only to grow by day,
Showing all the shades.

More often than not I’m shocked at your capability
To masterfully overlook my lack of subtlety
In my actions, words and expressions
And my ability
To ignore everybody but you

You hear me but you don’t listen
You see me but you don’t watch
All you do is sit and laugh
As you pull my strings,
That you don’t know were never there

More often than not I’m confused by your incivility
To boldly call me your liability
But you don’t see my actions, words and expressions
And my ability
To abandon everybody but you