I loosen my tie
tilt my hat and try not to look back
Temperate rate on the rise
I try not to lean in
or move my thighs
Can't speak my mind
Maybe i'm just afraid
Words repeling out of these lips
Can you read this script?
Hopefully not a phony picture
Beautiful high definition
In those movements you make
Come use your charm
on words you speak
I am not alarmed
and with a handshake you greet .
Is there a plot?
Sounds coming from the clock
At times, these times are silent
but movements are sweet and acknowledging
Tick....Tock.....
Is it too late to try to get comfortable........
when our eyes meet
