Are you there? Or are you not?
This question strokes my head allot.
Allot because I often wonder,
wonder if I have made a blunder.
Cause feelings sometimes strike like thunder,
and so I am left alone whit wonder.
A wonder I wonder, you are, and I wonder.
I wonder what you’re doing now,
I wonder where, I wonder how.
I wonder why and sometimes who,
spends their time along whit you
I wonder if you talk of me,
I wonder who your friends might be
I wonder if we sometimes meet,
when you shut your eyes, and fall asleep.
I wonder if you think of me,
I wonder what your kink might be,
I wonder of some, Well many a thing,
and wonder fills me when you sing.
But most of all, a wonder I wonder,
I wonder if you know you’re a wonder.
My wonder, my wonder
do you ever wonder?
Good thing this word called wonder
kind of a blunder still rhymes whit wonder
“dodged that bullet”