Sometimes, the feeling gets you.
And you get swept off your feet
And tossed on the face of the moon.
Sometimes, you plead for repeat
But the feeling will never come
Just because you demand for it.
The feeling answers to no one.
A genuine feeling is its own king
But when it gets to moving,
You just can’t fight the feeling.
The feeling is the truest oracle;
Feel it fizz through your follicle,
Taste the magic in the feeling.
There’s no logic to its dealing.
The feel of this feeling is
Filling the vacuum deep within.
This feeling got a hold on me
And I can’t but let it take me.