I'm asked to elect you, both you said it can't be us two, I tried to keep it, but you're after another path,
I told you to meditate on the path, but you place it aside, upon asking, you picked it up upon me, it was so blurry for me to see,
You call it a mere voice on my head, but I have always tried, to let you understand, that though I dote you, but you not my picture kind,
You asked me to lay down the picture,...