I’ll always be a mystery and yet I’m also easy to see

You can care to get to know me

or I can care enough to set me free…yet

You are so sweet

Warning of cars around corners ahead

and animals about to run out for dead

even if it’s all in my said head…

The sound to the voice I’ve always found, now is you

The one that was there to comfort me for all conscious years through

There and here

Then and now

through fears, tears, screams and howls

It seems to be stuck, just like glue…confused yet…

I still appreciate you,

From the rest of my remaining years,

they will not be consumed by the blues