From here, I watch you lost in thought,
creating stories to propel you.
And though you’re just out of earshot,
there’s so many things I wish I could tell you.
And when my desire can no longer be faught
and I crawl over just to be closer,
I stop my self from being overwraught
by becoming your personal composer.
And though there are many ideas I’ve got
of the things I want to do,
For now my efforts are for naught,
until this cage I’m able to breakthrough.