Are you there?
Or are you just a decoy dream in my head?
Am I home or am I simply tumbling all alone?

On The Wing, Ocean Eyes, Owl City, 2009

Words flow from her lips into my sweet soul
Most suffering, her hugs can surely heal
Her sweet embrace makes me feel rather whole
Her bright Love, I long to enclose and seal
At her mere sight, I do feel quite renewed
Indeed, I feel careless thanks to her Love
But for her Love, I must – I must pursue
Like a brave Pilgrim who longs for his God.
For me, she is not. She is not for me
Despite her kindness, her comforting warmth
To long for her Love – it won’t make me free
To pray for and Love her is but a fault
I must ensure that I stay in my lane
To entertain thoughts that won’t cause me pain