I love you…
Is it only words…?
Will it carry through…?
Is it a flightless bird…?
Feeding on time…?
Eventually falling to the floor…?
Or action that can only be mimed…?
Should I stop before the postwar…?
Or should I continue on…?
Is our feelings real…?
Or are we withdrawn…?
Is it going to be a square deal…?

All I can do is hope…
That this feeling is real…
I want to cope and grapple…
To the way I really feel…
It is unreal…
How love can say hi…
And then come back and say goodbye…
Is this a twisted lie?
The car has arrived…
I must get on…
No matter where it leads…
It is soon going to be foregone…
I see a glimpse of light in the end of the tunnel…