Puzzled as my still
Riddled as my will
A lost man in no man’s land
A man destined to understand
What does it take to live?
After I refused to give
After I refused to ask
Waiting for my late epiphany at dusk
To become myself
Strange as a timeworn bookshelf
Unwillingly forcing myself to quit lingering your smell
I no longer want to repel your spell
I doubt you can tell
How into your orbit I fell
After all what I gave to you…from juvenile hints and futile tips
And still, you couldn’t tell how much I desired your nubile lips
Couldn’t we do it now, love? While we’re still alive or are you waiting for a volatile apocalypse!
