you are just the one
the very special one
i call mine
near perfection
at the very least
in my eyes


today, joy is
to get on your back
and played by the traffic light.

If

if i could get into a drunken stupor state,
and not give a heck about anything.
the next moment,
silently what you've been hoping for.
there'll be no next morning,
no hangover.
that then, had be the end of everything.