a little faith

It's sweet when I taste it and cold when I think,
a little faith in a seed that started growing when I was small
It was time that became my friend
and ideologies that became my enemy
Thorns around a raspberry bush
a wasp nests too close to the candle
4 o'clock in the morning and I'm wondering what I'm doing here
drinking an elixir that I'm not meant to taste (at least not now)
gulping it down and feeling removed
Things begin to make sense when I walk away
I waste my time on precious things that melt into icicles on bridges in far away places
Cohen still intruiges me
but he's in a box along with all the others
and so I read Newsweek to find out what I'm suppose to think
and realize that I'm the only one thinking
Learning new words that I've heard my whole life
trying to make them mine
I greet with two kisses because I'm a thief
looking for you