Fuzzy licks of hope tickle at my whims.
Yearning for assuring trust seems to numb the grim.
But “Will you? Won’t you? Will you? Won’t you’s”
allow a fate of tries.
Going up and down may get me,
only 2D rides.
So forget all jumbled lefts,
so scribbles will be right,
and take the time to entertain
the wrongs, which come at night.
Dream of your forbiddens
and take the time to try
all the things which inhibitions
teach us all to hide.