Illogical Paradox

I wrote this ages ago and then forgot about it. I was cleaning out my flash drive and found it…so here it is.

My mind tells itself to think of something
You might ever want to hear,
Yet fails to heed its own advice
And leaves me speechless, dumb and mute

My eyes must seem too searching
And my hands, too quick to reassure
Do my fingertips betray me?
Or does my quiet voice give me away?

You, in a crowd, the golden child
I see you there from miles away
Your eyes, your lips, your hands, your eyes again;
It’s true I have an eagle’s sight

You, in a crowd, the lonely child
So many strive to breathe for you
You’ve had so many ghosts and memories
Yet only I have ever known your truth.