No Control Of This

You have no control of this! None. And I've told you that, On more than one occasion. Is the finger that you see, On my right hand straight up. Appear to be longer than the rest? 'I can not see the rest. Just that one you hold straight up. Your other fingers I can't see. They seem to be part of a balled fisted hand.' I've lost track in being matter of fact with you. I've long ago from you been derailed. I've expressed a lack of interest. Whether or not those times you wish to revisit... Come into your view as a mirage. You have no control of this. What is it that you wish? A return to those days when I showed you interest. And you confessed, That had little chance to manifest... Even at a clownfest. I've lost track in being matter of fact with you. I've long ago from you been derailed. I've expressed a lack of interest. Whether or not those times you wish to revisit... Come into your view as a mirage. With a desire to thirst on a hump you...see! You have no control of this. I barely do myself. But you, Have none.