It belongs to another's day
She will see you as she chooses
As it's played, no one loses
You may be the one that suits her
But you cannot be the suitor
It's her turn to rule this world today
Your time will come, another way
The set today... maybe the park
Or if she chooses... you'll revel in the dark
Her consciousness constructs the scene
Images... beautiful... clear... serene...
Emotional responses design the plot
Directing movement... in control, I'm not
This... her fantasy... I have nothing to say
Until tomorrow... when she will have a part to play
-RS � 1999
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