I don’t daydream of being someone other than me.
Who else would I be?
And just like with lines
I am impermanent.
I never finish where I begin.
I move from one ‘spot’ to another
with both love and approval.
There are lines that have always been me,
and there are lines that will never be me,
not a bad place to be.
Between you and me
this is no dream;
between the lines,
between the lies and,
between the sheets,
I still dream of being me.
I don’t dream of you;
dreaming of me,
dreaming of you..
No!
...go delete delete delete.
You are a manifestation of your own mind,
not mine,
Its you that- delete, deletes, still deleing,
and,
I would be remiss not to digress,
I don’t have to change myself
into someone else.