The worst feeling of all those good feelings
The notion of being independent
and wanting to depend on you
The mono-syllabic words
and the notion of a million page long conversations
in the middle of my dream and reality
in that unspoken space of time that had paused for a long time
when all you wanted to do was run fast
and I had all the time in the world to spare for you
In my dance of being me and only me,
the notion of me and only me,
and the music of me and only me
No, you didn’t know how beautiful I was going to become
and your frivolous notion of money and fame
that stood between you and I, and that still stands
What a pitty that you have the best of both worlds
and the notion of cold nights and warm sunny days is lost to you
while I revel in the best of both worlds
and I could sing you the songs of both realms, unholy to your thoughts
and oh, the mono-syllabic words of your happiness
and oh, the million page long stories of my happiness
and oh, I dance and dance
because the notion of you and I has ceased to flow.
06-April-2007
