“Daisy,”
I’ll paint pictures of you straddling a bomb all over my A-Bombs all day long!  Got it?  Will you find ‘em in the dark?  Will you seek, hit and nail ‘em on their heads so I can chart my accuracy using heat as a tracker?  Will you seek ways to remain open?  Tell me you got me.  Tell me not to worry about judicial bullsh!t?  Will you re-illuminate my lane?  Tunnel vision seems scary when no one sees the target!
I’ll forgo worrying and crippling myself if you assure me.  Ensure that a prize is in it for me.  A hand to hold is all I’m craving.  A cleared path will make a difference.  I have decided that if I can’t read the signs posted, I’ll mozy on.

🎶

“Babe,”
I’ve been spending so much time with God lately.
We talk about things that scare me.
We discuss, love, lust, sex and eyes locking.
I’m never judged by His royalty.
I need to spring forward fast.
We talk about prehistoric checks not being enough.
We talk a lot about forgiveness and how much I want it.

We watch clocks so we can bounce.
Lemme renounce my own hesitancy.
I.. just needed time, assurance, a hand to hold.
Ayy, maybe something more would have helped.
Confirmation, a number to call and hang up on.
Just give a sign I can at least interpret wrong.
I’ll wrap it up in one simple, harmony-induced song.
I’ll spell names wrong and hide my face.
Loving ambitions were always my initial move.

–KyleKeech