I’ve seen some ways I’ve been crazy,
but I’ve also been the clean looking lady.
Beautiful woman
Beautiful mind
Pink orange and red 
sparkles pressing in her eyes.

She has her future set.
and one Saturday morning,
her stockings are wet;
hanging to dry 
her eyes droop waiting.

Her head lessens to her lap;
she then weighs an untaken chance
of powering hot breath 
to unwet them quickly.

How come they’re still damp?
Burned her head just trying,
the times been too long
and nothing is changing.  

She’s messed it all up again.
Because being her, being me,
the uncontrollable ween
is struggling tirelessly.

She’ll keep trying to see past
the unpleasant feedings
while I beat up my stats
she’s unneedy in timing.