Ode to the Brown-Eyed Girl
If dreams became rivers,
I would choose to drown rather swim.
For why wade on the surface,
When I could become truly lost in them?
If day became night,
I would choose to stumble and fall-
Rather than for lack of sight,
Never move at all.
If words became reality,
This paper would never leave my pen;
The world would reflect brown,
And learn to love again.
If my thoughts became hostage,
I would choose to set them free-
Rather than keep them to myself,
Where the world could never see.
If and only if
You understood what I do,
I would learn to share my world
And open up to you.