Perception (my point of you…)
You ask so very little
Without saying a single word
Consumed by thoughts and actions
Often of which, I am necessarily of no concern
I am drowning in this sea of loneliness
Created by me, hmm maybe?
Or is it a vivid projection?
Of perceptions, the signals I receive from you
These feelings barrel me down like a freight train
No time for love
No time for play
Ships that continuously pass in the night
And never come ashore
Here my perceptions tell me there must be more
Something isn’t right
So ill at ease, I can’t sleep through the night
Caught in a web woven of insecurities
That don’t completely stem from me
I weep for you-
Torn with grief of just what I should do
Am I limited by my imagination?
Is there some great machination at work here?
Bound by some sense of intuitiveness
Blazing my gut, until it stings the eyes
But I don’t have or can’t get the answers I desire, why?
Stuck upon a torrid past from which I may have forgiven,
Though I may never forget
Still you say it’s all a matter of perception, I need not fret
You know like I know
Feel almost as I feel
To wake from a dream so surreal
Where do we go from here?
Because you ask of me so much
Yet still say so little
I yield unto you, acquiesce to you
Yearn to kiss you, feel like I’m an integral part of you
To hold and be held as if by chance you would reveal
The love for me which you choose to conceal
Loneliness is not a perception
More like an infection, of the mind and body
That slowly floods into the spirit
When something is obviously missing
However, somehow, you will find a way
In order to belay this epitaph and tell me once again…
It’s all a matter of my perception.
Copyright © Xavier Johnson 2006