every square inch of me starves and thirsts
but does he know this hunger too?
does he wait in this blindness as i do
does he wait like me for you?
or do you not ask him to?

AND then, why do i wait with so many ideas as to what to do?
do i contend and confuse you?
or do i release and let you choose as i know you will?

and why do i know that all i would do, none would do for me?
this patience i show you is one you'll never be asked to show to me. 

and why do i know that your confusion is mere facade?
your mind is made up and the truth is hid from me. 
your hugs with me pale next to the kiss with he

what am i doing?  if my designs were as selfish as they seem
then i wouldn't be doing this to myself
i'd have treated myself to reprieve so long ago with a polite retreat

why do i race.  why do i contend.  because of that bastard truth.  he knows me as i know you. 
only one of us knows for sure he can make you happy.  only one has the capacity.
only one has the insatiable hunger to make it so. 
for only one of us is yours crucial for our own. 

i want it and i need it.  and not for me.