I'm Now A Pot, You're A Coal.
My heart speaks when I set my eye on you
I don't know the emotions attached twixt
us, I seem to be speechless, thus smiling
like a fool when I look at you. I don't
know why I become calm when I look at
you; I seem to be shy when I sight you.
Tell me, what are the emotions attached?
You make my world turn upside down, what
are you? As still as a tripping sea, as
tons dropp'ng on the brook, my heart pounds as such
anytime I see you. Tell what you are–
It's easy to forget but not simple,
Tell me what are you, tell me what are you?
Are you the eye of the sky, the brightest
of sun and full moon of stars of the night?
Or the tickling rustles like I'm the soil
that holds the winter waves— I'm just a clay,
moulded from wetness, shaped by someone X.
Are you the group of buzzing bees that lay
pure honey as snowballs on my table?
Yea, nay, you've made a table in my heart
and the door of my heart has welcomed you–
But, Yea, I don't want to think about you;
You're the coal, I'm the pot, stay closely far.
"words from the innocent mind"