I love a thing, I can't tell you what

But that's surely a great curiosity

One of the few that creates a gap

Between yourself and your complicity

 

I love a thing which I can't explain really

A powerfully attractive force

That helps me escape from reality

Motivated to stay on course

 

That thing my dear cannot be explained

It's more likely to be personal

The knowledges that you gained

Would make you definitely feel able

 

Even writing that provoke it in some way

Let's face the truth I'm bad at it

When I master something it fades away

It is a monster whereas I am the meat

 

It is my child the most precious gift

That anyone could ever give you

It makes you smart, persistent and fit

More powerful that any other crew

 

That thing my friend is called practice

It is the source of you greatest joy

That rewards you better than anything

It feels to me like really raw