Who could ever imagine,
that dreams could say so much,
wish I could remember,
all I say and did,
for when I awake,
I sure think it would make
my reality life better,
be able to tackle,
for me, what must sound,
like pety little obstacles.
Wish so much I was like you,
not shy, but outgoing,
and don't say you aren't
because you are.
To be able not to care,
what other people think.
For everyone has
something to say,
you're not made to like it all,
especially with the one's
you love.

To tell what's on your mind,
and risk getting hurt,
but at least they now no,
or not to tell and live with it,
in silence, maybe forever.
Boy, what wonderful choices
I have open to me.

So, which should I choose?
What one would you want
me to?
The tell all right here and now,
or maybe one day,
or never at all?

I do love you,
I think you do no,
and you seem to
love me back to,
which is great.

Guess if ever I did
tell you,
if the moment was right,
or you really wanted to know,
my true feelings of
so many things,
with one part,
you'd so click,
I'd first just like to say,
Please be patient,
not sh*t ty with me.
Let me finish,
before you say a word,
or whatever you please.
If you do, the above,
then thank you so much,
in advance.

If not, then ... I don't yet know!

Written: Friday 23 November 2001