It wasn’t to you

Ah yes,

it’s you again.

I know those eyes,

and how they pierce me within.

You’re murky,

You’re sneaky.

And cunning.

And sly.

I’m not and I know it

From within my third eye.

I’m on a path of  love and support,

So, whatever you’re mission, it’s time you abort.

Move on in your thoughts,

Don’t mess with me.

I’m stronger than you know…and can already see

A life of ambition, of dreams fulfilled,

A march on Washington,

Up to capital Hill!

You want to help?

Move out of my view

I said “I do”

And it wasn’t to you.

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