Discipline


Can you still see those tags on your footstool
Do you miss me the way I miss you
I want to keep working and not fall in love
But what is a poor girl to do

One track is now full of you and your life
One track is all full of your music
One track is still standing right beside Golden Pond
One track is stuck in the Jacuzzi

But the track to my heart, when I think of your name
I don't know how to express all the feelings
My heart seems to double in size and speed up
I can't think of you without reeling...

I have to have discipline, keep my thoughts off your face
Or I just want to touch you and heal you
God is hard on us now, has given us lots of work
That we have to complete for the real you

I have to stay off of the track to my heart
I have to stay focused on working
But under the surface, while I'm getting the facts
Many deep feelings are lurking


Used with permission
© Alice C. Bateman
April 12, 2004