He is too much
Too much to fit the confines of my ignored mind
Too much to focus through his crystal ball eyes
Too much to follow this line of fog he leads me through
And I am too little
Too little to take his tall steps forward
Too little to teach his methods back
Too little to taunt my usual flaunts
The fit is wrong, we don't belong
I am too little, and he is too much
But I puzzle my little heart for the right fit
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