Or two ways to get it wrong?
Or just a thought, caught in bed-
Stuck in my head, like her song.
In a moment, could be free,
Like a prisoner enraptured.
Or just some yard time,
Before the heart again is captured.
I start again, on the line,
Right at the beginning.
But my feet can't move, can't run-
Too scared of winning?
Like the chase, sweat, and doubt
Is all I'm to live for.
Never to own my home-
Only think of the decor.
But really it may be,
Much closer than it seems.
Though she shines so bright,
Like the Bay's midnight gleam.
A light too gorgeous,
To be handled by my eyes?
Or maybe this one chance,
Is no blessing in disguise.
It's right in plain sight.
It's me that stays hidden.
No cure, as I remain,
Sick as the bedridden.
But there should be no fear-
I own all that I am.
Just waiting for the chance,
To reach out for her hand.
-miguel
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