I was taught that I ought
not expose my inner senses.
Had no plan for man;
I was full of self-defences.
Now I feel that I really
should face the consequences.
My philosophic search
has left me in the lurch.
I must find why my mind
is behaving like a dancer.
What's the clue to pursue?
For I have to have the answer.
I could cry
salty tears.
Where have I been
all these years?
Is it fun?
Or should I run?
How long has this been going on?
There were chills
up my spine,
And some thrills
I can't define.
Does it show?
And who would know?
How long has this been going on?
Oh, I feel
like I could melt.
Into heaven I'm hurled.
I know how Columbus felt
finding another world.
Can I trust how I feel?
Is this my Achilles heel?
Look at me:
I'm all at sea.
How long has this been going on?
This is grand!
This is great!
I'm in such a
lovely state!
Can one kiss do
all of this?