Lurking following, there is a sense of you, but I can't see
To understand you is always changing
With no destination my life I am rearranging
What I need from you
I need a schedule to keep pace, is all I can do
Can't quite what I have started
Late to the party isn't what I wanted
Who you think you are
Can't describe you near or far
Never in one place, you got no face
Without you, I might never get paid
Who am I without you
Can't keep an appointment without you
Always running late looking like a fool
Try to keep you on my wrist treat you like a tool
Nothing grows without you
Nothing moves without you
No schedules without you
This is the essence of you
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020
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