Something strange is going on. I see it comin and going . Not quite able to put my fingers upon it to grasp it is fleeting as like clouds the actions move too fast. I am climbing up but are you standing ony head. Is my self esteem strong enough not to break or bend or mend. Still going on something is still you still a charm but there is something on your mind I can see it behind your eyes. Lips that lie quake when kissed and feelings fleeting tremble as you ask for your past back.