Paradigm

I'll call you my paradigm
The model and the basis on which all other things are defined
Where each space between the lines
Is a chance to fill the pages with some part of you derived

But I find it hard to elaborate
Yeah this mind of mine can't illuminate

But if I were a poet, or an author of truth
I'd write of you, I'd write of you
And if I were the sun, or if I were the moon
I'd shine on you, I'd shine on you
But I am none of those things

You know you're like paradise
You're elusive, but it's worth it to search for you all of my life
But are you something I'll find?
'Cause like a mirage in the desert you vanish in the blink of an eye

And I don't know where you run off to
But I know I would follow you

'Cause if I had more courage or something to prove
I'd enrapture you, enrapture you
And if I were a camera or a man in pursuit
I'd capture you, I'd capture you
But you'd still run from me

So should I just call you a paradigm?
'Cause I shouldn't really call you mine