JO. I was taught that I ought not expose my inner senses. Had no plan for man; I was full of self-defences. Now I feel that I really should face the consequences. My philosophic search has left me in the lurch. I must find why my mind is behaving like a dancer. What's the clue to pursue? For I have to have the answer. I could cry salty tears. Where have I been all these years? Is it fun? Or should I run? How long has this been going on? There were chills up my spine, And some thrills I can't define. Does it show? And who would know? How long has this been going on? Oh, I feel like I could melt. Into heaven I'm hurled. I know how Columbus felt finding another world. Can I trust how I feel? Is this my Achilles heel? Look at me: I'm all at sea. How long has this been going on? This is grand! This is great! I'm in such a lovely state! Can one kiss do all of this?