in an ideal world

In an ideal world, I would ask

For you to pour out your heart's content

To take off that apparent mask

Open the locks of your mind and to vent

Is it really true - the way I feel you do?

Or is my mind weaving tales around my fantasy?

I sense the tension when you come close - do you too?

Or is it an false sensation generated by an cognizance hazy?

In an ideal world I would ask that and settle the account

One way or the other - profit or bankruptcy

Walk out and away , with sticthes and new self-pities found

Or scream in pleasure and dance in ecstacy

In an ideal world I would all the above mentioned stuff

But my sensitive sacred heart keeps bleeding withour answers - in it self imposes bluff