Oh,
it's you again.

it could have been me
but
She still
slammed the door in my face,

later,
She,
kissed me better.

It's Friday
said
Crusoe
to which Friday replied,
and you were expecting
someone else?

you know that we're all fantasy
and that
nothing we see is for real,

imagining a scenario
thinking
shall we go
and we're there,
that must be paradise
when we're  thinking that
everything's nice
or
is it the drugs that we take?