When your are you, what do you do?
It is a question I ask always to know a little better of you.
I ask myself when you see me seeing you, what do you do?
I wonder when the life comes calling after you, what do you do?
I become surprise when I think of you all the time, wht really you do?
When you know I can only learn about you, what do you do?
The knowledge I have I have something of you to hold on to.
Thonghts get me all over thinking what do you do?
When the night falls and the day arises, what do you do?
When the earth falls apart to meet in the middle, what do you do?
There are so many whens and whenevers, I ponder what do you do?
I jump around to get your feelings, then what do you do?
I go after you, revealing you inside out, what do you do?
I stay out of sight which you know all along, what do you do?
When I cannot look into your eyes, you know that too, what do you do?
When I am sat on my bed, just camping or mourning of myself, what do you do?
When you hold me up in the sky and be the all over again only you, I wonder and wonder from the beginning to the very end, staring into the darkness of your eyes through the fear to the burning day light, I wonder all along over and over again,
Oh my dear! my pretty sorry self! What do you do?