Dream Awake, Reality I Ache

Baby, baby if I seem egotistical
it is only your first mistaken glance
when that choice is made of partners
it is always you with whom I want to dance

Wanting you to scribe your attraction
simply serves to tell me this is real
that even the total capture of my heart
isn't a wound from which I want to heal

Could this be illusory directives
wrangled and wrapped in directives of the mind
waking to solitary confinement
reality left so far behind

So if I seem rather uncertain
it is only in my quest to find what's true
that central to my path journey
is the treasure of my knowing you