I'm not a sappy romantic
by any means, but as for my recent emotions and antics
I feel I owe an explanation-I'll go off on a tangent
I can't help feelings, emotions, thoughts or action
Taken by one party or another-lady or gent
But some people you feel are almost heaven sent
Without realizing it, your mind is suddenly bent
And the emotional pillar upon which you lent
and placed your morals, values, are now sacquicent
They don't matter as much as this ideal to be met
And I still don't know what my dreams have meant
Concerning a person or object I know I can't get
Maybe they're not for me-slips through my fingers like wet
clay, but that can be molded to fit what I see fit
But I can't shape fate, or control it
because two parties are involved, but one isn't
quite aware or sure of us or what of this rant
I rave, quite meaningless, but yet
What happens will happen and my destiny will soon be met
Something or anything unpredictable as said
but you and I don't know what they think, we're outside their head
and their thoughts are they're own-can't be revealed
or analyzed or shown, or diagnosed, seen or any other verb I've said
And talk, I'm not sure, it is every day
not passionate as I've envisioned but then again, I really don't know what to
SAY