I know I'm too old, and the youth group is wrong for me. I'm      poetically on your leash, and I'm going there to make you      want me. I'll save my soul so you can catch a peek of the      beautiful ideas and ugly dreams and the wavelengths that      I keep in tension.            Taraka's home. By that time I'm sleeping, and she gets in the      pool to make sure she's breathing. I want to check her breath      for signs of hope, and I want to mine her mind for game codes.      All those beautiful ideas and lovely quotes...I won't you hold      you close 'cause I'd cry.            Sincerely,            -aaoawejf23424tr4