draws a line
as slanted as can be
up on the board
without uncertainty
Opens her eyes
to the world around
to dance with many
and loves with a sound
through a glass box
I watch and stare
afraid to shatter
to rip and tear
The perfection I see
is all just a myth
with her life just a spin
down a long labrynth
She beleives that I'm better
than I claim to be
but I cannot accept that
until she can see what I see
