33 All I do

Days pass, it’s true
And every day
I find myself thinking of you
It’s seems so tedious,
but I need this
My brain can’t stand
To be unaccompanied
It needs some one, anyone
To be at the forefront of its dreams.
If it wasn’t you
Then who would it be?
Does this mean anything?
I’m still trying
To figure out human nature
And perhaps that’s what
Makes this so hard.
In trying to understand myself
I just get more and more confused.
I can’t seem to just accept things as they are.
So do I like you?
Sure, but if not you then my brain
Would find someone else,
Perhaps someone from a dream
To occupy its time.
But for now I think of you,
And I can seem to stop myself.
It’s all I do.

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