I've Dreamed Of A Lotus

I've had my eye on you. Since preschool I've had my eye on you. Since leaving, leaving, junior-and-high school. I've had my eye on you. Since-I was 4-years old. I've had my eye on you. And now I can't be easily consoled. It's all a part of being young I guess dreaming your future away dreaming at best tomorrow you'll inveigh. Age just twenty-one what every-sage has desired to say? Yes, I've dreamed of a lotus. A white lotus flower opening up to the sun I've dreamed of it enfolding me. And, yet all pugnacious, I'm to drown all succumb. I guess it doesn't matter how old or young- a person is: a flower has to devour. The bee has to sting. To make any sense-of-anything I have also to die loving you. I have to die loving you. Suffer the fragility of being broken turned to dust. Ancient or young virginally untouched. I have to die loving you. I have also to die loving you. Till the embers-death—rekindles my soul. Till the embers-death turn neon blue I'll have to play this hide and seek with you. I've had my eye on you. Since preschool I've had my eye on you. Since leaving, leaving, junior-and-high school. I've had my eye on you. Since-I was 4-years old. I've had my eye on you. And now I can't be easily consoled anymore.