Sweeping

Sir,

Not to sound redundant 
Not to rebuttal everything you say
Not to cancel everything that once was
But I'm slowly unraveling 

Tell me the things that will change it all
Tell me of times you knew what to do
Open up your notebook of deceit
And then we can see who you really are

There can't be a better one
To come along with his sailboat attire 
To sweep me off my feet 
And his timing couldn't be better

I'll be ready for it
I'll only be living in the moments
I've a new page 
A blank document, ready for the taking

You inspire me
I can't help but follow your lead
I can't help but fall into step with you
Where we spend all free time amongst the bookshelves

But a feather
I can only hope to avoid 
I don't want it near 
I don't care to fit in 

And Mr turtle
I like you
Carry me in the home you have constantly
On your back

And then we will all know that complacency 
Sweeping carefully
Carrying confidently 
Loving unconditionally


-bw