For What It’s Worth

Your shoes are big
Bigger than my feet can fit
I’m still mixing the clay
I’m still moulding my heart
Just so it is large enough
For you to live in it

The clay broke again
And though I knead it carefully
The master stoke may not be enough
But for whatever it’s worth
You are the magic I want in my life

I fear the sunset
I may not see you in its darkness
I fear the sunrise
It is the multiplication of my errors
But for whatever it is worth
You are the magic key to unlock me.

Bose.