Maximum Momentum

with others droning on and on, spilling words I've heard before nothing new nothing there, it's all been said and done falling flat on circumstance blown about without a doubt without a chance ... on the other hand, I find myself curiously bemused by each reflection that finds it's way across my path, around my heart and soul delighted beyond control the memory of your voice remains around each thought I think of you each word a treasure each line and phrase, priceless ... how can we explain this fascination of maximum momentum glowing steps of intrigue ever increasing ever needing for more, I cannot stop it's true, until we step on through that open door brimming with anticipation's glorious view no one compares they haven't a clue, it seems for how could they? they're simply not you...