Few things I am that I’m not supposed to be,
Crazy like a kid and stubborn like a tree,
And still when I don’t walk a single step,
You go a thousand miles just to see me.
Too much I expect,
Your care and respect,
And still when I don’t talk about it,
You go a thousand miles to prove them to me.
I don’t bake you bread,
I don’t make your bed,
I don’t do things that make you thank me,
But You go a thousand miles to appreciate me.
Beauty is my foe,
My every answer is a ‘no’,
I don’t wear clothes you want me in,
But you go a thousand miles to embrace me.
Everything I’m not, you make me,
This road or that, you take me,
I’ll hold on to your finger and as the time flies,
I’ll walk with you a thousand miles.
My Mind's Journal 