The clock ticks , I\'m lost in despair, His presence, feels like a suffocating snare. He\'s almost right, a whispered claim, Yet shadows dance within his name.
He\'s too much sun, my vision\'s lost, Worth any cost, wait, what\'s the cost? He is a maze of signs, I cannot see, This play on words seems to captivate me.
He’s not enough, a hollow sound, he is familiar, I\'m on painful ground. He does it right, the stage is set, He can change the world, I\'m willing to bet.
My heart races in a panicked fright, Trapped in this enigma, day and night. He\'s more than that as the stars align, His riddle wraps itself in mine.