My mind races
in such quiet spaces.
Placed between this rock
and whatever hard anecdote
is supposed
to come next.
Flex your science all over
my line of site.
A site for sore eyes,
a prize of over-shadowing size,
to head my social enterprise.
Potentially able to beat
the front of line.
But right now I'm
interested in your back.
And how the curves
leave lasting impressions
so sublime.
Although my physical reaction
has gained traction in my after thoughts,
my forethoughts continue
unmoved by its goal.
A role situated in the sea
of ambition,
allowing all future decisions
to climb out of the barrel of
Restrictions.
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