All Packed.

It seems that every time I get a glance the light turns off and I have no chance.
It takes vulnerability to continually put hope in something you are not promised.
A dream which has sucked me dry, but I swallow patience to keep it growing.
Nothing ensured, but I still keep conceiving.
I'll keep walking with your hands over my eyes.
and I'll keep dreaming, although may dreams may be disguised.

You take me by surprise, each and every time.
I fear I will loose my strength in the seeking.
So let me sit awhile so I can find the courage to loose it within you.
All packed with out an idea as to where I'm headed.

- Your dear friend,
Leah.