Mission

Down the main of the glad town, smiles, cars and life fill the air.

My toes hurt from trekking in shoes so warm.

Glad ones shout after me saying “Ho” with a glare.

I’m on a mission of my very own.

So many stop, grin, and stare,

passing judgement, and so unfairness is shown.

It is known we never get fair.

On my way to complete my mission,

hidden to soothe our crucibles and emotions.

There is no care in the world, nor time in this life to spend putting you second.

I’m on a mission.

Baby, please, just listen.

My mind is made up, my heart nearly complete.

In my eyes you glisten,

shine, and sparkle.

It’s like you’re my own Steve Urkel.

It may have taken me a while to recognize.

Wouldn’t be enough to apologize.

I’m on a mission.

Target acquired, coming into my sights and ready to capture.

My heart feels like it’s undoing its fission.

When we collide our love will be the suture.

Soon we’ll be kissing.

Don’t think about tomorrow.

Tonight, just forget about the future.

We’ll worry about it after we complete our fusion.

I’m on a mission.

Sweet Retrouvaille.

Mission complete.

Never say goodbye.