And you swoon to musical tunes,
Jitter around like a hummingbird,
Take jumps like a wild horse,
O ye shall levitate;
Your pretty wings spread,
Like colorful fragments of a rainbow,
To a sound so painfully sweet,
It's the sound of love.
And though you may crash,
You probably don't mind the high,
Shots of dopamine like you're on drugs,
A pleasant haven,
A poisonous potion,
A wide wake,
Reality kicks in.
It was just a dream.
A mind game of infatuation,
Reminding you of what you lack...
A good cup of coffee should cure this,
Or a drastic dose of love from wherever.
Maybe it's time to crawl out of your shell,
Turn the hermit into a hyper crab.