Twenty First Century Courtship

You Lil Dickens

Can’t be sure how many holes I’ve dug

I’m my own worst enemy, I’ve lost count

Although —

My time isn’t the same as yours

I keep very different scores

My favorites aren’t like yours at all

And I am an old soul through and through

Is it all in my head?

My consciousness dances

A scenario or two prances across my mind

No one is waiting this time

I’m not waiting on anyone either

Over a year and a half, still don’t know what to do

Cold slab of marble or 3 Lit Candles?

That marble sounds good to me — easier.

Those candles represent a fire of possibility — much harder.

Okay, it’s been a while since I woke up but…

Light it up, light it up!

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