Whom To Be Convinced

We strive against the stream Each moment farther from the shore  Where life’s young fountains gleam Each moment fainter wave the fields I don’t remember ever saying yes just no I am searching for my own body    Not the one I was told is so                    I want to be always  open   I have ignored you for a year I have known your name for centuries But mines still just a foreign language to you. My tongue is tied And you are lost in translation But that just how these things will remain. My body sings every time Because your picture is like a melody You deserve it to hit me..