PERCEPTION OF THE GHOSTLY ADMIRER
I’m trying to find you in a place I could no longer see
I’m trying to believe that someday you’ll open your heart for me
I’m hoping that maybe, just maybe your eyes will look into me
I’m hoping that you’ll come out of your shell just to embrace me
With the past being so harsh and cruel, I understand you
I understand why you’re having second thoughts until it’s past due
You see me as someone close, yet to you I see myself as a ghost
You are the vaccine I yearn to be injected of, but am I worth that dose?
When the north wind meets the auster, I’d love to meet you halfway
You’re like that of Augustine the Great, echoing the sound of nature midway
Yet you still deny the love you have found in the air and its proclamation
How can I not run away as if I’m running a triathlon? Is it mere pretension?
I rage in fear whenever I hear the ticking of the clock as it says, ‘tick-tock’
Then it repeats, “tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock”
As I slide down the slope to step back into reality, I found a different hue
At the end of that slope, when I won against time, I was welcomed back by you