and tried to dance despite restrictions
it struck like lightning -
the core of mine grew wings
until I traced its ignition
you, baby
is the matter of fact
my matter of fact
It is about you and I
not technology, not the global village
you are fond of the aid of my existence
for you are permitted
to create your avatar on my paper
my weltanschauung
as I flush you with a sea of admiration
how can one not be addicted
when you call it mutual
when I spill actions that shout I can't help it
Freedom allows for deceit
it was no rule for none to go against
from the start
long as I serve a purpose
we can always dream, like how you'd always sing
and my purpose is to be your stage
your audience
so that you can mould your visions
ideal, quaint or dark and dainty
you are my drama queen, my drama baby
there, my secret unfolds
I can cease my wish to love
possibly all about self implementation
sometimes bigger things follow suit
a vehicle, a realization
but you know
I love doing it with you
whatever it is that we're doing
There are no restrictions, no rules
Yule is over, Christmas is tomorrow,
I'll see you, love
somewhere between 40.6700°N, 73.9400°W
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