I lay in bed and churn as my brain twists and turns
I see nothing clearly
Nothing except for one thing, one thing for which I yearn
One thing I’ve earned and therefore have the right to yearn for
That one thing is your love
I’ve found my mind is easily lost
I cram and jam it with facts and figures and phone calls and favors,
but nothing really stays for long
Nothing except for one thing, one thing which keeps my brain sane
One thing that has kept me sane and therefore
helped me find my mind instead of lose it
That one thing is your love
I see two things when I lay in bed hoping to enter
dreamland but failing in my misery
I see a jumbled mess on one side
A jumbled mess of problems and papers and
paradoxes in many different boxes
On the other side I see nothing
Nothing except for one thing, one thing which brings
some organization to my station
One thing that frees me from my worries
and feeds my weeps with joy, joy I readily employ
That one thing is your love
Thank you for your love
It is the only constant in my world of variables
The only key to freedom in my world of confinement
The only key that doesn’t stick
The only sea that doesn’t make me sick
Thank you for your love
It is everything to me