you are a fable
told by the tounge of time,
a beautiful wanderer
lost in the woods of wisdom.

you walk the paths
but they lead you astray
as they dont want to let you go,
they wont let you out.

When the sun goes out
and the stars light the sky above
i find you asleep
in the guard of three wolves.

you are my drug,
my caffine, my ecstasy.
I\'m addicted to you
and I\'m having trouble letting you go.

I wish I was innocent
because maybe then
I wouldnt have to think of you
every minute, every waking hour of the day.

At night you fill my head
with visions of the woods you walk.
You are always present.
You are always persistant.