Sometimes there is a hidden bond,
Between a woman and a man.
I can not explain that feeling to thee,
For it continually happens to me.
There is no rhyme or a reason.
It is not driven by any season.
Where you go, I will follow,
For this love of life, may pass tomorrow.
My mind is running away from me.
I think I need a pre frontal lobotomy.
Thoughts that are stuffed in every place,
Wedged in cracks or any empty space.
I need some time. Time to think
Or I may have to turn to drink.