Would that I could know your mind
As well as I perceive to know your heart
I can only imagine what you are thinking
And yet I believe myself to be hanging
On those very thoughts I cannot see
Molded by decisions I cannot control
And I would be called some sort of crazy
For allowing myself to be caught up so
The trappings of love that bind me so
Such that I cannot be said to be here or there
But someplace in between
Coming and going like a swing in motion
Waiting to come to rest in your arms