good grief shrieks the silence I have not obtained
Yet still optimistically await inside the corridor of mind chatter I am.
Yes man, I'd scram if that's your plan - it demands too many details
From those who have less substance that whispers from mutes to deaf ears.
He is not real; I am not allowing the nots!
He is just real and perfect for me...
I am secretly affected to transmutation of myself into a silly girl.
Do not reveal
what I have just revealed.
No telling how I strategized this maneuver,
With subconsciousness in the captain's chair
No co-pilot at hand.
I am very hopeful for the self to not this time ruin
Whatever he sees that he seeks to be near-to...
Wish me luck on that one, too... I know I shall
Get this one and not have it unveiled as another
All possibilities do stand open and waiting our choices to live
Our story so good it is certainly outlawed and classified
So good it is we almost forget we really just wanted to die
When I ran into him in the street that night.