Are You Reading Me?
She was your match
You dreamed of fire
And gave her a scratch
As sparks flew higher
But here’s the catch
All flames expire
The embers grow cold
And you feel the chill
Of no one to hold
Who gives you a thrill
Which makes you less bold
With a withering will
The days blur by
You live with your lot
No point to cry
You took your shot
So many things die
At the old fire spot.
It’s okay to be flat
When playing for those
Content to remain on the plain.
In key? None of that!
But someone who knows
Is begging you, please, to refrain!
We don’t see each other much these days
He's busy being a teen
While I grow more set in my ways
And reluctantly careen
Right into the golden years
Despite the tarnished sheen
As he encounters grinding gears
Within the old machine
And hopefully he’ll figure out
When dangling between
Their dogma and internal doubt
To always use his bean.
