A bit o' nothing.

out of the frying pan,
into the fire,
you'd best close your eyes,
love we're going higher.
he's got a shelter
made out of wings,
and mercy,
and beauty,
and other things.
i trip too lightly,
i skip too hard,
circle and circle
my wonderment marred.
that one has greatness,
this one has has truth,
somehow i am the one
chosen to choose.
i stand in my desert
looking for bread,
knowing you chose
to stand in my stead.
i gather up whispers
of moments,
of dreams,
and cling to memories
of times i have seen.
i need some air now,
i need to see,
that no matter what
you'll still adore me.