I've bent backwards trying to find the meaning of the hereafter,
then dame inflamed the brain, making the heart beat faster.
I'm trying to appreciate my numbered days inside this vessel,
yet her presence makes the days seem shorter with every nestle.

Misconstrued test tubes of lessons passed.
Experiments of ill placed notions resulted in enlightened grasps.
Life, the illest four letter word,
seems disturbed when challenged with mistimed verbs.

It appears like I've found the right moment.
My vulnerability, the only validity to hesitate atonement.
My past sins dangle from limbs and I can't negate their knowledge given.
But she seems to have a good sense of direction so I don't mind being driven.

We had our moment of truth: a reckless, real, connecting, application of our youth.
I saw the the future in those eyes for that moment and caught a glimpse into the booth.
It had displays of flashing whites, mountain hikes, star sights, travel delights,
galore of discomfort that would result in an enriched palette of new appetite.

Think I've found a new comfort zone, seems close to home,
Haven't been searching but the path led me here, I don't think there's more need to roam.
Still hesitant because her past is not far behind,
So I'll spill my mind within these rhymes until she's inclined.

It all needs to be real, needs to be organic.
That's the only way to have something worth it, if it happens naturally without having planned it.
I hope she gravitates to my sweet escape,
We'll build something that'll be hard to imitate.
Connect like an interstate to then drive off into our destined fates.