Send me a letter.

Brown eyes freezing,
through this fiery exterior.
The fish is out of water,
and he is gasping for air.

Your holding back,
on this german shepherd.
It's leash your choking,
but you don't give freedom.

They all follow the leader,
they all play hide and seek.
And yet you wonder where my eyes are,
on yours; of course.

Kick up the daises,
the ones I cannot catch.
Fairness doesn't loiter here,
this is not beauty pageant.

Speak up into the mic,
as I can't hear you, sir.
You needn't use the tongue,
to give a clearer message.

Where does this start,
I've lost the race already.
I've tripped, and now,
your all ahead of me.

Maybe you'll send me a letter,
of a clever, little endeavor.
Perhaps even ring my phone,
although this outcome is known.