Qualia

When I was younger, I played a game 

I can’t quite remember it’s name 

But someone would be in the front, pretending to be in a deep slumber,

Wait for us to ask a number 

And we’d take the number of steps they’d suggest 

Once we were close to them, they’d turn around and tried their best 

To capture us 

I said all of this to discuss 

The possibility of us trying the same 

I know that love isn’t a game 

But if you let me in slowly 

I’ll move in slow steps so that you can get to know me 

And I’ll get to know you at your pace 

It’s not a race 

So you can take all the time you need 

I’m not one for greed 

You can keep up the walls you’ve put up for safety 

I won’t get too hasty 

When building the door I’ll place by their side

And wait for the opportunity you’ll give to let me inside