Something

She was always easy, easy to fall for and dream upon Something about her was so gentle, something so far out of reach Something, a certain something about her that glided me into love again Something about her, that made be not hide away, with her it was so easy The natural way she played The many things she said, Sometimes I still think about her How she drifted away The illusions are more real, Than the fixed patterns of our days Sometimes we get a glimpse of what will come. Of what should have always been We run away from what is our true nature Hide in our safety of others expectations again To find my self, I no longer craw, After her now I run.