(I should like to have outgrown motives,)
I know you can't know me the way I do,
Nor see yourself as I see you.
Can the tug of unknown become the ignored?
Is there really a need to work out a score?
Let's just see, and touch, and be and do,
Create individual meanings for two,
and avoid that whole soap-opera life that I hate.
(But the ego, it can't always hold the mind's weight.)
Try and try as I might, Jerry Springer pops into sight.
ReplyDeleteWith the first "I do" there is
the in-law, "Don't mind if I do."
Before you know it, soap-opera comes true!
The lady of course, "...that means they like you!"