elizabeth

I Imagine sitting there
Meeting you face to face, eye to eye
Getting into your head, just like you got into mine
Knowing what, exactly what, you were thinking

No more interpreting ideas
No more thinking what could have happened
We would know facts


The fact that you climbed and the fact that you fought
The social constraints that keep us all in check;
Are they really for the better?
No.

That’s what I thought.