Sometimes I’m a critic 

I try not to be a cynic 

I’ve been spun by life 

too many times that 

I’m not always with it 

 

I look for a narrow line 

I don’t find it every time 

but I often see you there 

and I’m so happy 

to share the moment 

 

I block out 

more than I take in 

as the glass remains 

almost full 

 

got a lot to work with 

I don’t give in 

I’m not impressed 

with every fool 

 

I move towards the beauty 

while I still do my duty 

I’ve seen too many movies 

not to know how this ends 

 

you make a convincing case 

that we could mix our fates 

together with a lot of things 

beautiful and dangerous