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I am not worthy of you
I will never be worthy of you
I wish only for you to look at me
Let me be sure
That you have seen me
With more than a passing glance
have graced me
For if I can know
that your eyes have known me
then I can sleep
and dream
that I am worthy

I move slow
It doesn't mean
I don't get places
It doesn't even mean
I don't get places fast
But I move slow
With long strides
and the world
Doesn't understand this

I am Phillip J Rhoades
I am a goddamn fire in the wind
and you
you are nothing but a wall of reeds

I was walking
past the alley
and wondering
if the dark was real
or if it was
just a trick
of the light
I was walking
Past the old woman
and I was wondering
if she was in pain
or just a trick
of the night
I was walking
past your home
and wondering
if you lived there
or if your life
was just a trick
of maybe and might
and that
is where I was
yesterday