Reflections

Do I trust in thin air
Coz you are gone but you’re still there
And, man, you know how to stare
As I run my fingers through my hair
It’ll never work
And I don’t want you to get hurt
But it’s so frustrating
Coz we aren’t even dating
But I saw you see the Sublime
When you looked away from mine
Into your own
And you know the flower’s grown
Since last you saw it
A lotus petal attempts to thaw it
As spring comes after winters cold
And though I said it you weren’t told
Coz it didn’t sink in
And you’ve just got this unearthly grin
And I’ve stopped staring at the diamond mines
Dunno what you’ve been doing all this time
You could be married or have a child
D’you remember the days we both were wild
It’s long gone now
And you’re conventional somehow
As I skip stones to prove I was right
You said you just didn’t want a fight
But it all dissolved
And, fuck it, you know it’s never solved
As I rest my head against a wall
Trying to forget my own freefall
Into open air and space
I wouldn’t have known if I didn’t taste
The honey sweet in the jar
But I still don’t know what you are
In your mystery
Could we be more than history
Some kind of friends
Coz I’m in a canoe, you’re the riverbend
And I just sail
In the wind and in the hail
You’re the one true light without fail
You kinda broke me outta jail
Into open fields
The wind blows and the wheat it yields
It just gives way
There’s so much that I didn’t say
But owe to you
I don’t think you know what to do
But neither do I
Though I’ve seen that which doesn’t die
The deathless realm
It’s its own ship and at the helm
Are all the things you didn’t do
I meant it when I trusted you

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