A reason why I
One two bop skip
cannot be concerned about
Love or simple fantasies or dreams
that occur while I sleep peacefully
You know why I
One two three bop bop bop
cannot smile or paint a happy picture or
sing a simple song or write empty hateless words
is obviously because
You
One two three four ping pong ding dong
Insist
and
Continue to
Walk all over me
Squish
Is it based on questions, insecurities, fears, hope, and fantasies,
this thing called love, or is it simply a reflection of ourselves,
checking us out while we don’t even know it?
How foolish we are, those who love boastfully, displaying our vulnerability,
wickedly maneuvering our own emotions simply to fit them for all
occasions, except real reality.
© B.Michael Hunter 1979
