You

and time seems to still into a whirlwind of colors or maybe it's just you You shine so maybe for today repeated each crumpling brown leaf will be eyed as a blossom don't I deserve this deception don't We? and each color seems to swirl an array of art so abstract no hunter could pinpoint You to a frame Your movements a dance the song of the wind Your gentle smile beckons Me who wouldn't fall and even if the drop kills Me I'd do it again for no hell could unleash wrath greater than not knowing You Your smile You Your eyes You and maybe for today repeated I'll let Myself believe that fate is My companion that fate made Me a boy