Easy for you...

I have stepped closer then I should have.

(Or maybe not close enough?)
To this thing called love...

It seems so easy for you.

Wanting it so badly that I skipped forward to the end.
Rushing backwards into all of the counterfeits of yesterday.
Longing for what is so simply denied me...

It seems so easy for you.

In amazing complications of traditions and regulations,
I fell victim to the past of strangers.
Like an impostor dressed in the pants of others...

It seems so easy for you.

I have seen it reflected in the eyes of lovers.
I have felt it in hot and sudden moments.
I dream of it, even as I scoff at it...

It seems so easy for you.

Molded, as I was by voices from a past I didn't ask for.
Conformed to a concept I could never understand.
Left to a wanting that was alien and yet so my own...

It seems so easy for you.

Liberated but always doubting.
Set free to wander into chains of my own making.
Seeing it happen to others and wondering why I fail?

It seems so easy for you.

So I wait and wait and wait.
So afraid to fail, that I do nothing but sit in silence.
Watching as other find the love that hides from me...

It seems so easy for you.

So I will dance once again with this longing.
Or maybe I won't.
The edge is so close and the fall is so far...

It seems so easy,
easy for you...