Come away, come away with me and see the world as I do.
I request, beg, beseech you
If that doesn’t work, I yell, demand, command you
Every extra effort spent in convincing you and myself of what I see, hear, feel, taste, touch
I crave the companionship, the other to guide me, for you to vouch for me
Without, I am but a wandering soul unable to do
This world requires that you come with, that I be a part of you
And so I must sit and wait, wait for you to develop
To learn how to walk, talk, sing and dance
And throughout it all, I just hope
Hope that you don’t mess up — that we don’t mess up
And that I can once more get another shot at the right decision
To get to that exact moment
To change the course of history, my history, our history
And so I need you
To wander into this situation again and again until I pick correctly
Correctly for what? There is no right no wrong
Only personality and design
My mind has wandered and so too must you
Wander through the days and nights
Until there is no more of you
And I once more return to wandering alone
Searching again for another iteration, another version of myself
Another body built by personality to house me and my design