Running, running
Everyday, far away
From thy sight I flee

Escaping, hiding
The shiver upon thy presence
The feeling I conceived

Dying, Crying
Deep within
The battle between the fear
And that which I bear

Perplexed, Lost
Wondering if thou noticed
Or thou feel same as I do
Pondering if there be a reality
For that which I bear to host

Sometimes, most times
I crave thy attention
I draw thy realization
I desire thy utterance
On that which I feel
That which thou feel

I melt and mellow
At the glance of thy eye
In thy sight I’m near slain
At the song of thy voice
I near lost track of my lane

Perplexed, Lost
Wondering if thou noticed
Or thou feel same as I do
Pondering if there be a reality
For that which I bear to host
What if thou lookest elsewhere?