The chances of us working out are non-existent.
I want answers, you want space.
I want to call you mine, you want to lift your roots.
My love is ready to seek you.
Your love is ready to break free.
How we came to be, us, was by chance.
Two orbiting bodies in the vastness of space.
A mere chance that fate allowed.
Hum, chant, sing, talk, scream, whisper, yell, know.
For a small second our spheres shared the same time and place.
Blinking my eyes it was past, you were gone.
A fantasy based in reality wronging right for precious minutes.
I asked to not completely forget me, or I pray to forget you.
But we will continue to be, in wonderland.
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