MY OWN KIND OF LIFE

HE HAS IT
There he is
I don't know who he is
Then it's like it is just
the two of us.
The world is to my being a box
And everybody is living
a hoax
Again, it's just us
I can barely breathe
Am I seeing things
or is he coming closer

Of course he is,
Then he is right in front of me
This is not a dream
Then the Baritone Voice-
So I put out my hand
Oh My God, he has it!
Soft hands...