RICHARD
To Richard
who looked beneath my reverie
who thought he'd found the real me,
but maybe only God can see
the me that hides inside of me.
But Richard took the time to
look
beneath the shelter of my crust
and then he thought my mind was his,
but still he didn't hold my trust.
For Richard is a mystery
He travels down a lonely road
And when he nears his journey's end
he aches beneath his heavy load.
Richard wished that he could be
the one who'd spend his life with me,
But only God decides for me
who walks with me eternity.
Once while sleeping in a chair,
I saw a part of Richard there,
but Richard wasn't really there
for Richard is a thing of air.