My Combabilation (you)

November 07 2008

I can talk to you on the phone but I can't hold your hand.

I can hear your voice but I can't see your face.
You say that we are so far away I whisper not for long.

You give a pitty laugh to my horrible jokes.

I give my dedication to you. The definition? 

You-my inspiration, my reason for my wrong moves, my confused              mind. My seperation of genius and insane.

They say that the differance between those two is measured in success. 

I want to see.

Am I crazy or do I for once know excatly what I am doing?