With You
There is so much to do –
Books to read,
                       Houses to clean,
           People to meet,
Errands to run.
We have little time to share with each other what matters
In between the lines.
At the end of the day,
           The end of our life,
We look back and see our life wasted at high speed
When we never took the time
To sit with you, to walk with you.
To commune
With You.
My frenetic nature keeps me
Looking over my shoulder at all the things that need done,
And for even this moment I am tempted
To forget to be.
Who am I?Â
How will I ever know, if I never am?
Hold me, clasp me, and gaze into my eyes.
I am – I want to be – hypnotized.Â
                       With You.
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