Wake Up, Fall Asleep

A song the radio I couldn't help quote Parachute, oh Parachute, please forgive me I had to I love the melody, the message and it made me wonder so intently who is this she that is love Is she near or far could she be sitting next to me on the bus, the freeway a face I'd never recognize could she be even in a red dress and alone walking beside me A whole new world, an Aladdin style romance would it be all in her eyes Who could she be; the mystery is haunting, daunting, taunting Everyday I wake up with the thought the song in my pocket for good measure hoping for a simple single second a portrait of her face pieced together with her name would appear like an epiphany in a dream I enjoy a challenge, I'm enthralled by the chase but I'd rather not arrive at a day only to wake up, fall asleep, obsessively wondering the same thing when she...she could happily content with glancing shortly in my befuddled direction The game, it's changing because I once heard a name in my head, eyes closed a movie playing beyond and the snap of my concentration forced a name on my birthday I couldn't place a face to The suspense, it kills; my face it changes when it crosses my lips but what can I do, place a face to an imaginary name for all I know, it could be a trick by lovely but lonely Mother Self inflection: this might take years and years and years but I just can't give up nor wave the white flag of surrender I get love isn't a battlefield Sorry, Jordin Sparks, love isn't war at least so I believe In the end, she, the love I paint her out to be she could be the greatest thing to occur in my universe but with all great things, all great mysteries let time weave it's golden thread to create a golden quilt to lift the veil to a golden moment Please, time, do it in haste or for my sake, perhaps drop a hint or a difficult riddle for me? only so I don't feel this emptiness anymore