When you think you know what makes a person tick

And then something happens which makes you sick

Chances are it was because of something you heard

Which didn't fall into line with that which purred



And made you fall in with someone, head over heels

For whatever that was - it was something which reels

In a line over which you do control the tension

If only you would realize it, and stop apprehension



All it takes to pull yourself right out of the haze

Is to carefully study the truth you learn over days

And then compare that knowledge gained with your own

Then you will see you will start to feel right at home



If you don't, then there is little which can be used

To put things right again - other than to choose

To divest yourself entirely of that current situation

And spend some time following other pursuits to make 'em



Recede in your memory until you can develop trust again

And then you will be ready to hold your arms out & explain

Amidst hugs and kisses ... you really are indeed the one

And the object of your love will then know you're the sun



Which will shine in his eyes forever day in and day out

For you have whatever it takes for him to come and shout:

"You are supreme among mere mortals, and you will be mine

I cannot live without you - so please allow me to dine



You ... and wine you and bestow upon you some flowers

And let us spend time together and while away the hours

For all it takes to come to love someone deeply is time

And so - if you do - we'll be one forever quite sublime"



If you have found this - then grab onto it, and hold tight

For you've found something special and quite full of might

But to know for sure takes much time which is valuable

So if you have it to spare, why not use it as you're able?



For time spent well doing this will lead you out of the dark

Then - after awhile - you will be hearing the song of a lark

And this bird's tune will come to you through all the hustle

So you can hear it clearly as you sit there and you rustle



Through papers, files, waves, lilts, chatter and other junk

And after awhile, you will hear it clearly through the bunk

Then, upon hearing the tune ... you will clear your mind

And ready yourself for glorious songs of quite another kind ...



- Tristram