Before

Lying, looking at the ceiling as it rotates, My mind runs wild to my other bone, Smiling, giggling at my own thoughts, It feels like it's near, Oh my, what will 'em look like? Someone I've never been interested in? Eww, it's so tiring to think of that, Looking for a distraction, On the other side of these thoughts, Will 'em be glad to have finally met me? Am I ready? Interruptedly, the universe plays with our minds, Then you think of your spec, laughing at my foolishness, All in one fleeting thought, It feels like time slows down when you think of them, right? It brings relief to let your heart guide the decision, Maybe I should wait a little longer.