I feel the need to tell you that I’m honored to be in your presence
Sometimes I feel demeaned when I talk to people
Not trying to say that I’m always the victim, but it can feel that way in today’s marketplace
Had a therapist tell me it was projection, but not sure I concur
So tell me a bit about what’s going on with you?
Truth is, I’m so unsure of so damn much that I feel confused most of the day
I don’t pretend to be a deep thinker, but I do love to stare at your stars and meteor showers
Like to imagine raking my soul across the cosmos, somehow drawing it back cleansed and free of pain
Nothing is really as automatic as they try to say it is
Some things remain mechanical, sterile, empty, deserted
But not you, not you at all, and that’s a compliment
I seem to have a recollection of once taking a flight on a comet’s tail when I was a child
Just a dream, yes, but felt so real at the time
Guess I should feel ashamed for making so little of my life
But I don’t feel that way with you
Maybe we can make this a regular thing
I understand if you decline the invitation
Can I just lay here and watch?
Can I just try to tune my soul to what I feel vibrating inside of you?
The sky is an eye
It can see me
I can sense it does
So I wave to it
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