How much?
Too much maybe, but less than you deserve.
Not enough, but for me it's overwhelming.
This feeling - it's incredible, warming,
potentially heartbreaking,
but worth it all the same.

How much?
Enough that I can close my eyes and fly
and at the same time, fatally crash.
So intense,
like thunder, wind, the color red,
110 mph and going faster,
adrenaline.

How much?
I wish I could show you.
It's there,
look,
you'll see it.
I won't hide it from you.

We dance, we whisper,
We hide our face.
We hide, we look,
We find no trace.
We look for people;
We look for hearts.
We all deceive,
By skillful arts.

We gaze, we search,
We hide away.
We look, we see,
We hear, we say.
We hide, we seek,
We never find.
We hear them speak,
Yet not their mind.

We love, we hate,
We never tell.
We're strangers all,
Yet know too well.
We laugh, we cry,
We always act.
We say, we lie
Yet all with tact.