I have always wanted to acquire a special power.
An ability to pass the boring hour.
This has always been a personal fascination.
Reading the lines behind the conversation.
I have been signalling the universe for over a decade.
Ideally, I received an upgrade.
My instincts reacting to the language of eyes.
The windows to their very disguise.
Keeping tabs to what shrugs their shoulders.
Preying in the shadows until they empty their folders.
All of these efforts taken,
So you would not stand forsaken.
I have recognized your blaze.
It stands out among all the clichés.
Don’t you ruin this by bringing up the most obvious subject.
Otherwise, I’m afraid I will have to eject.
Yes, my happiness is my liability.
I’m more concerned with our thoughts compatibility.
I would prefer it if you would tell me what is it that sets your vision afire?
Under whose influence does your spirit expire?
Let me guess your undercover addiction.
The one that you keep under strict restriction.
Describe the memory that forbids you from expressing your true emotions.
Do you subdue your extras with special potions?
Bare yourself to me, skin to bone.
A chat with me isn’t a comfort zone.