It’s a poem…. a poem about stuff and junk, and people. Important people – to me anyway.

I wish I had a sound proof box
     Just big enough for me
          So I could lock myself inside
               And sing for God to hear and all to see.
               If you were here you could join in
          Outside the box with your guitar
     You would know the music
By listening with your heart. 

I probably shouldn’t watch you
When my lover’s turned away
But I did it anyway
Yes, I do it anyway
What can I say?

I probably shouldn’t be so happy to see you
Or so sad when it’s time to go
But I was anyway
Yes, I am anyway
What can I say?

I am faithful to my mate
My mind is all that wanders
Or is it my heart?
Or could it be as simple as envy; petty jealousy?
                                                            Covetous?
                                        Am I covetous?
    Maybe I’m just covetous…
                                                                 I’m pretty sure I’m covetous.

I probably shouldn’t daydream
And write poems about you
But I did it anyway
Yes, I do it anyway…

What can I say?

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