Beauty Of Uncertainty

I need a mirror
In the eyes of a man.
I need no protection
From my bullet-proof plan.
I’ve got a ticket
For all that I lack.
You might think that I’m always gone
But I know that I’m coming back.
Sit at my table
Sip from my bowl.
Feel like I know you now
And I will do until I get old.
You might not see me But trust that I’ll stay.
But there’s no sense in traveling
If we’ve already been that way.
Night is a matter
Hidden in grass
Bite like a light
Depends on the ways
To see how long it lasts
But you know better
You stand your ground
Might just stain a little
But she knows you’re sticking around
The beauty of uncertainty…
Ooh…
Ahh, ooh…