Finding myself in tales
without fairy
is this a part of the score
tangled in webs weaved by many
situated somewhat like folklore
it’s a bit more than a muse
something like bees to honey
knocking on wood so she opens up the door
figured if I’m the light in darkness
my shot is valid, quite valid
I could embrace her once more
believe it to my core
despite mind tricks made for survival
let me know if I should even explore
because if anything
you can put that on everything
not sure what would be in store
but the trust is a must
minus just lust
and it’s time for an encore.
