Knock-knock, I'm here On the other side of Street. I'd wait until dusk Or maybe daybreak. Or a couple of Eons if you please. My backpack hugging Me tight and a smile pasted On my fuck face. You know My deceptions but this is Not fake. I have my pockets all Oozing out green bills. There's food in My belly and friends to 'Netflix and Chill'. I can swim Through the oceans and fly To the clouds. Curse has manifested And lonely I am all about. Wonders Of the world await me today. I sat myself on That lousy bus to run over the hate. You ask What did I think before crashing At your doorstep? I wish I had an answer And I was a little prepped. Thought? Rationale? Reason? Where does My mind go when I run to you?
You sauntered to that street with Your head held down. Biting your nails And a funny frown. I waited for my Face to flush red as you touched. We stood there Until silence got too much. I chuckled and said "Hi". You poured your anger and umbrella attacked My thigh. My fuck face smiled at You uttering , "Where does my mind go When I run to you?"