Ode to yoga pants

She silently suddenly stormed my soul,
not too hard to see,
but it's not the same in all directions,
maybe it's just me, I think it's just me.

Gotta leave the moments alone for a while,
let them be just keep them free,
of my overwhelming needs just now.
It's still fun, just to be around.

She spent the day with me,
but this is not the evening,
when folks like us feel free
to allow the loving,

This doesn't need fairness
becoming more aware of the things
I have become, and disagreed with
the flight of what the day was

the eyes I could not see through
the time I spend alone not so real,
but it's not the same in all directions
maybe it's just me, I think that it is only me.