Dithyramb

It seemed my mind had stopped producing rhymes,
I told thee, I forgot those times, when able was
To sing my love, my passion, my regrets, mistakes
I thought, I’d never rescue what it takes.

I said: “j’dois garder mes engagements,
Et il me reste peu d’place pour sentiments.
Je fais ce que j’fais, je connais pas d’amour,
Ca va rester comme ca toujours”.

Est-ce vrai? No more I know if this is true,
I’m still responsible for what I do,
I owe a lot, this’s still the same,
But what has changed I fear to say.

What would you do if I said I’m in love?
What would you do, is saying I’m in love enough?
What if I said I lost my sleep?
Care you enough about me to keep?

No MEO for today or RCB,
I’ve lost my mind, what else should I say?
I’m looking in thy eyes, and there I see
A spark of curiosity.

Please, let us consider this a dithyramb,
I’m asking not your love as I do understand,
You’re not alone… I will not touch thy dignity,
Just know, there’s a place inside my heart for thee.