How is it that you can get away with that. For you everything seems forgiven. You know where your powers lie. And make no bones of using it. You are blinded by your own aura. You cannot see the world lesser mortals live in. You sit on a high throne judging the others. Parting to right and left the have’s and the have not’s. I keep wondering. when it is my turn where will I stand?
Sadly I see myself drawn to you. I know you mean only trouble but I keep aligning myself towards you. Every time you laugh I feel myself smiling, even though I do not know what it is you are laughing at. I find myself straining to hear the words you often speak. I watch every movement you make and interpret it my own way. Your many facets has me all enchanted. Yet I know there is something within that piercing eyes of yours, a person yet unseen. You try to hide it from all the others waiting for the right one to reveal yourself to.
I keep looking for that special some thing. Some thing that will mean that what I feel is true. If only I could follow you for the rest of eternity. May be then I will begin to know who you are. May be by then I will have gotten over your magical ways. May be then I would not be so disillusioned by your perfect ways.
