I lie in my bed and think.
Analyzing myself like a shrink.
Did Spock today gave me a wink?
Nah! It must have been a twitch, a blink,
Or maybe that Vulcan mind link.
Still laying in my bed awake.
Knowing full well what's at stake.
Should I ask him to go out?
Damn, I am just full of doubt.
What if I told him he was cute?
And he would just stand there looking at me mute.
Surely he sees we get along fine.
Maybe, there is a chance he could be mine.
Well, I can't sleep,
. Been counting too many damn sheep.
I have no simple solution in sight.
Maybe I should just do it, give it all my might.
Or I suppose I could think about it some more.
Hell, this is becoming quite a chore.
Oh Spock, you just had to be so darn nice and handsome why?
Decisions, decisions. What should I do? Should I?
