If I sought knowledge
With the naive enthusiasm
That you seek to get hit by a car
The turning pages of books would braise my unclasping eyelashes
If I procured riches
With the same magnetic diligence
That pulls you repeatedly into unrelenting traffic
I'd hire a bum to chase you
and hire a social worker for the bum
And hire a much needed assistant for the social worker
If the confusion I feel at night
Mimicked your zigzag pattern of flight
I'd need to leave a trial of clues
To know how I really feel about anything
If my quest for love agape
Seemed as innocent pure and innate
As your crusade to meet that gratifying impact
Then everybody would believe me
If my desire to be run over by a car
Matched your desire to be run over by a car
I'd have done so successfully by now
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