You were my Electric Enigma
Before I even had a clue
I tried to rig the riddle
But it led me right to you
Oh, what am I to do?
The ivy vine of your intelligence
So intertwined in relevance
Latched to the walls I'm leaping
Spreading further each time I'm sleeping
Fictitious thoughts fermenting for a fortnight
Avoiding a gaze on in foresight
Steady steps approaching the haze
Around a camp-fire light and a wild night daze
Righteous rituals will lead the way
Hope ya like!