Oh! What a strange conundrum,
that you can't escape the box,
Of those confusing rules of love
It's quite a paradox!
You say you want to hold me, and
To gaze into my eyes,
Yet all the words I whisper
In the dark, to you are lies,
You tell yourself you'll never
Be entrapped by these again,
And so you choose your empty box ,
A fair trade; pain for pain
And all you want is to be loved;
To know how much you're worth,
Yet save your love, with frugal care,
To give the cold brown earth.
And cry out with indignity
" Can't someone see I'm here?"
While hiding in the lost and found
With Pink stripes in your hair
Impatiently awaiting all the love
You know is there,
If only, oh, just only,
You pretend that you don't care.
But deep inside you're wondering
Just why love runs away,
As you chase away each butterfly,
That shows she might just stay.
And tells you that she needs you,
And she's waiting for your call,
"you're choking me!" you cry aloud,
" I cannot breath at all!"
Retreating quickly to your box,
You bolt the door and turn
Then hide your head between your knees,
Repeating over, endlessly
" It cannot be, It cannot be.."
And scream out to eternity
"Can't someone see, and set me free?"
While from the start, you hold the key,
And when you Find it, finally,
Buried under much debris,
You find inscribed, in plain gold leaf:
" just let it be,
just let it be."