Saturday, November 3, 2007

Every Day, Mysterious

Every day I brush shoulders with another universe
A potential wife, a new best friend,
Someone who’d make my life miserable.
I scan the faces on the bus
Without a clue as to what it is I’m looking for
But regardless I always find it,
I’m just not sure what it is
Or what I am to do with all these feelings
With the loneliness that travels through my blood
To every part of my body
Or the joy that comes from seeing a girl
I’ve never met in my life
And know I’ll never speak to.
Every day I wake up the same way I fall asleep
In a swoon, intoxicated, in love,
I can’t help it, I’ve fallen in love with the universe
And all I’d like as I drift amongst creation
Is someone to hold on to, someone not afraid of the mysterious.

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