Time is a lie
And so for that matter is patience
Holding in all of the thoughts
One dares not speak aloud
A variable
Has confounded my best-laid equations
Blowing the cool
Of which fools are so terribly proud
You're a mystery
That's just begging to unravel
You're a secret
Looking for a place to spill
Given similar
Proclivity for travel
Hey - if we don't do this now
We never will
Chance is a game
And abrading the rules of engagement
Can often result
In a less-than-ideal consequence
Hope my lips don't look
Too eager to end their estrangement
And try not to act like
I comb conversation for hints
You're an answer
In the form of a question
You're a riddle
That's just aching to be solved
If I may be so bold as to venture
A suggestion
Hey - I would love to see the way
This gets resolved
Because you're hotter
Than an August in El Paso
And you're cooler
Than a January 5th
And you tie my silver tongue up
Like a lasso
And your smile shines like
The ribbon on a gift
