Meek, timid and lonely soul I, Speck, take the sidewalk in the world of words Boisterous, Gigantic words push and shove me On the road less travelled I bump into a group of meaningless wanderers And turn Spectacular
I love those talkative eyes and silent lips I love the way you move and flirt with your looks You seem to glide or is it that you fly? How could you look so good, Please justify "Look deeper, the soul is prettier than I"