There is no NOT thinking of you.
No vacant space to steer my attentions to and idle mindlessly for a bit.
I am at times able to shift gears; to alter the speed at which thoughts of you occur,
but eventually the level of effort I must maintain to do this creates tension, which wears down my mechanisms.
I’m built tough, but I couldn’t bear the prolonged intensity expended in such an activity.
Besides, my apparatus was designed to give a specific output level of power and velocity,
so tooling around in second gear with you will just drive me crazy.
© 2016 BLU