Apple of my eye
Yet my eye has no apples
My small hands do
They carry apples
Whoops!
I dropped one
You can have it
So I walk on
And on
And on
And on
And see you
And only you
Behind me
You offer me an apple
You offer me my apple
And i take it
But
You
You cunning theif
You grab my hand
And you pull me along
I try
I do
I swear
To escape
Your cage
Of fingers
But then you tell me
You tell me stories
Stories
Of the great storms
Stories
Of the delicate rose
And then
I whisper
Gently
Oh so gently
Into your ear
Apple Man, where to next?