so we fell in love and then,

i don’t know what 

i guess just…

stayed in this mess of a place.

its not like im much good for you

and every day

its a wonder and a dream

that you stay with me and then between

the tears and the butterflys

where do  i begin or end

its all the same we know the sound

of the pattern rain makes when it hits the ground

and through you i found a lot of myself

and bless the crazy mess i behold 

which makes me of the few you flee  

and without that who would i be

will my eyes open to all i have

and things turn to be all i cross my fingers for

well i have no sure path to believe

no soothsayer to make me perceive

as lost as those who think they’re sure

of what it is that selects our course

because my eyes go wide when thought paths narrow

shake and hear the simple sparrow

that pulls you back to all you have

and forces unknowns to stay behind

you cant do much for all they give

vast but with no substance just to make sure we all live

because to question is to falter

so im sure i should accept

though there is no denying

that feelings do flicker from strength to slowly shying

to sit back and know that all’s unknown

some say its the key

or is it just the lazy mans way of coping?

laughing while the wise man’s scoping

i prefer the mix of both

though i use prefer completely term-less

because i think id prefer to wonder without madness

for that doesn’t exist and to the fool who thinks it does, his life is only sadness.

It’s official i decided, I’m sensitive.