Take a glance, the clock’s the same,
each, and every day.
Think a thought, the thought comes true,
almost every day.
Fantasize, close my eyes,
there it is to be.
Fantasize, close my eyes,
next day you’re next to me.
Wide eyed, and bushy tailed,
I keep along this course.
I know the secret, law o’ attraction,
let it take its course.
4:44, 11:11, 12:34,
I cannot keep score.
What I am looking for,
I’m not sure anymore.
S.C. Steele
2athe fact i decided to read your page and this poem is indeed one of these scenarios.
S.C. Steele
2a@S.C. Steele or did i decide?
My name is Beck
2a@S.C. Steele thanks for the support on my work!! love to hear feedback - and yes everything is a mystery truly