I’ve been looking for you
Defender of the underdog
Builder of dreams
Thinker of thoughts
Beyond my comprehension
But just at the cusp of determination
off the cuff of realization
Somehow I thought you’d be taller
Somehow you are taller
Taller than the numbers on your profile
Your profile predicted
You would take some getting used to
But you already take up
An inordinate amount of space
In my head, and my heart
And my heart it races to the next
Page trying to get you to follow
the music as it’s written not
How you think it should be read
I used to make-up my own songs
Too
No one could play along
That’s what good about rules
And structure
It keeps everything on the level
On the level of truth
Of truth we speak
We speak not until we
Close our mouths to listen