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?