Six Impossible Things

She is not
Your concept
Your theory
Your ambition

She'll make you laugh
But she won't make you happy

Do whatever it takes
Thrill her
Carry her
Double knot your lies
And string her along

She'll follow
But you won't be leading

She is not
Your answer
Your quantitative solution

She'll rearrange your mind
But she won't make you sane

So open your mouth
To say something
Or kiss her

Don't just stand there

She's already gone.