Always have a tale, soothing anecdotes for every ail
Weaving backdrops intricate, you elicit sighs so delicate
Deeper and deeper, steeper and steeper
You string me on a ride, I tumble and I slide
You chuckle a bit as wide eyed I sit
Believing every turn, you making me yearn
I hear you sigh; sans twinkle your eye
Panicked at the halt, I spin victory, exalt.
You diss hollow valour, your unnerving pallor
your stare firmly bleak, your voice bland and weak.
I spin my yarn yet, for your sheer debt
of conviction, all yours
mine, too, all yours
And I weave no more, anecdotes from my core
I shun all grandeur, hope with all candour