It's all in the eyes of your own perception To view time as your friend or foe To view time as possible or impossible To view time as a matter of I'll make it
With your youthful eyes you view me as extra As incalculable And as less important
Yet when the rest gets too much Or time feels too lonely My space would have been well rewarded
---------------------------- I give my peace For it is not my place to say What your youthful mind Will realize one day
That perhaps my release Was unintentionally for my benefit And when that lonely day arises My presence shall be coupled by my equal And in your youthful ignorance You in fact gave me the gift Of being where I shall be in the future And not where I wanted to be in the past
So, in the eyes of my perception I look upon you with gratitude For your closed door with sad eyes Let me be free to open my new door with greater hope
If time could run backwards I'd be running back to you To play it forward Only to run backwards once more To live in that place where we were both happy To live in that place where time existed on our side
I never thought I could write properly about happy Joy being a hard thing to dissect I so easily passed it along to sadness or guilt Pain fed my ego, so I believed it to be where I belonged
You have to try hard at happy You have to fight off those misdirected unworthy feelings For they're seeped in never ending pools of selfish untruths
This deeply sullied language of darkness and misdirection Rings true to the false tellers of the underbelly of fear
Lucky to feel pain, jealousy and lust For they only make Love, Honesty and Compassion Stand out that much stronger To know the duality And to choose the good
This uneasy feeling I get when I fall for you. These butterflies that don't seem to rest. You manage to take my breath away, to distract me, to make me smile when no one's said anything at all.
And yet I can find no words to tell you. To let you know that my heart is sitting at the bottom of my stomach and that the thought of your touch gives me the goosebumps.
So, we sit here silently, afraid to let the other know how much they excite us.
So, we sit here silently and smile sweet smiles at each other.