You are no more than concrete
than smoke and mirrors,
tempest in a teapot
reading leaves
palms
golden globe.

Would be nice to see the future
wonder what i would nurture.
A presence from the past
lover from the future.

I hold an empty heart
whose needs should be fulfilled,
is there such a person?
I don't run away from love.

Just wait for it to come along
perhaps i ask too much,
only ask for a life
with a little bit of fun.