There are days Heart I can't decide if you are real
You come from a game the others play
The rules don't give a damned how others feel
Which is a game I choose not to play
Because I do care about love and not much more
Because in all else I find nothing real
Just a mathematics equation of take away
Which is why I never ante love on the deal
Never bet that which you can't afford to lose
So I've never bet love on the play
Words of wisdom if you so choose
But also the Tao that is my way
You came from the wind
You yourself said you didn't come alone
Just another new way to communicate
To a runaway who left an unhappy home
I find misery in miscommunication
Another something I have no wish to own
I never learned the tricks of the yo-yo
A skill I find that love leaves alone