I don’t know where you’re going
only that you’ve been there.
How do I know?
Let me be that secret.
I knew you when you were just an eye,
just another starry, starry night.
Perhaps you were just another lie,
or maybe something special.
I like a mirror just as much as the next man,
but you can not be that for me.
There’s too much memory,
and now we see as through a glass darkly.
Too many times I’ve put off.
Too many tomorrows I’ve lost.
You, you are only a kid.
And I, I am only a spark.