Dreaming Poem by Holly Moon

I wonder what you're doing
This fine morning
Me not thinking of you
For sure...

Wonder if you're sitting with a pen in hand
Or sweeping to your hearts' content
Wonder if you're rushing here and there
Or at the hairdresser doing your hair
No, that's Friday, I recall
That much I know
A regular appointment
To keep up appearance
No hair out of place
Or at your mum's for lunch
As you do none of that stuff
It's no wonder you're rushing here and there
Perhaps afraid to be alone
As you might recall
Those who you normally forget
Like me for instance
Or thoughts that bother you
Like questions about life
See I do know you a bit
I might even see deeper
But I'm not saying ***t.