To the adolescence that never was

I.
You think you are in control
You are in control
At least
I would like you to think so

You believe you are in control
You are in control
At least
I allow you to think so.

II.
You think you are in control
But are you really
In control

Or are you trapped by
My plans

Are you outmaneuvered
By me?

III.
You think you are in control
You are in control
At least
I would like you to be

But are you really
Or am I?

IV.
You are in control
In my control

I am in control

But

Am I in yours?
Would I want be?
Would you want me to be

Would you?

Kel. 21 February 2005.

***

Guess who’s just been acting like giggly high school girls gossiping over the telephone?

Me. *ashamed and head droopping*

And there yours truly thought she outgrown such stuff…wait a minute, yours truly hasn’t even indulge in such stuff when she was in high school. Fact is, yours truly jumped straight over the adolescent years. *perfectly earnest*

Shake head at *starry.

Tsk tsk. Shame on you. How could you relate such gossipy stuff and such juicy tidbits, just to coerce yours truly back to the adolescent years?

But yours truly am proud to report that she was not the most *giggly high one. And nope, there's no prize for guessing who was.

Tut tut *starry.

How could you?

Grin.

:::

PS: *Wallflower, it took *starry that long to gather up courage (?!!) just to ask yours truly for your blog addy, which she lost when her com crashed. Gosh. I didn’t know you were so frightening. *grin*

PPS: *Starry, may you & the *lead guy of our conversation flourish nicely…since when was yours truly so nice, you may wonder. The answer is: so that I can have more gossip to hear, of course. It’s always nice to hear juicy tidbits, even maudlin ones. Beggars can’t be choosers, you know and interesting gossip has been in scarce supply since *witchy lost her sense of humor. Poor gal. Pat on the head. *impertinent grin*