It is me....not you!

Do you not realise this?
Do you not read the worry?
It is not you talking out of turn,
It is not you walking out of line

Why is the unachievable always the most desired
Why is the one not to be scaled the most aspired
Why is it the fruit thats perched high the sweet one
Lofty heights to climb, weary branches to trod on

Do you not realise this?
Do you not read the worry?
It is not you talking out of turn,
It is not you walking out of line

I sense that I have high hopes to last
I know not where this swings to match
I wish to walk the tight rope while its latched
But fear that I am too eager to last, and lost

Thoughts that meander while I drift
Into this wild ride full of dark swirly mist
Dare I should not, and extend my hands
For fear I am not safe and you'd be lost!

Do you not realise this?
Do you not read the worry?
It is not you talking out of turn,
It is not you walking out of line

I do not charge you with any guilt or crime
For if I do I am guilty of the same
Guilt is one and once you feel
Isn't it a folly to go on with the crime

A friend as no one I may meet
In my lifetime that you may be
Lose I did that friend in me
That you found, that I search for now

Do you not realise this?
Do you not read the worry?
It is me talking out of turn
It is me walking out of line...