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?