There is a dream inside my head I cannot chase away
So with my words I'll chain it here, and then be on my way.

*

A wall inside my chest is growing like a flower every day
But trapped outside this growing wall is a girl who'd like to play.

She is tall and she is pretty with hair the color hay
She is beautiful enough to fall in love when lit by stray sunray

But I cannot risk the scars and pain of a girl who will not stay,
for I fear that her capriciousness will soon take her away.

The wisdom of the scars I bear speak to keep the girl at bay,
Ere I dare a cold December at the rosy hint of May.

For if she left like all the rest it would hurt more than I can say.
So up the wall, and out the girl, today I will not play.

AcB 11.10.00