I could be the constant to your ever changing mood
~the order to your confusion
I could be the happiness to your ranging attitude
~the beginning to your conclusion
I could be the peace to your acute conditions
~the light to your darkest night
I could be the reasoning to your astute intuitions
~the courage to your steady fright
I could be the companion to your chosen isolation
~the proud to your ashamed
I could be the satisfaction to your opposing frustration
~the cultivated to your untamed
I could be the happiness to your mixed depressions
~the joy to your grief
I could be the blasé to your fixed obsessions
~the trust to your disbelief
I could be the meekness to your known arrogance
The norm to your outrageous
I could be the even-tempered to your shown truculence
The contained to your contagious
I could be the valor to your appalling fears
The ears to all of your hissing
I could be the shoulder to your falling tears
~and the “exactly” to what you’re missing
But I can’t.
