• To many have stopped and asked
    "What is going on with me?"
    With just their eyes,
    They show their surprise
    And leave me wondering

    To many have stopped and asked
    "Why do I persist?"
    Does it make sense
    To chase you like this,
    When I really do it for me.

    Somehow they know my secrets,
    Somehow they know them all.
    Do I mind, or would I mind,
    If they came to the surface, them all?

    Read my face, read my mind,
    But don't say aloud
    The way that I think,
    The things that I feel,
    Until I have proven that this is all real.