Oscillator Operator

I think I may be mistaken
I thought you were the antidote
A cure for imperfection
Not just an awkward anecdote
Maybe you'd like to run away too
But the child inside is weak
You'd only make it to the corner
Because your will is what
You never seem to keep
Your strength is what you never seem to have
Your sensibility is lacking
But your gryphon wings don't fail
Your grinning face prevails
I should have jumped and I should have bailed
Before your winning eyebrows arched
I could live in the clouds
Where no one else is around
And all the world back down
On the ground
Would envy me in rain
But concrete is more stable
Than a gaseous stately castle
And so I think I must be wrong
I think I must be lost
With a loss of words
And no appropriate actions to win me back
And if I am so very wrong
Then playing right would make it worse
And running swiftly would not reverse
The fact that all that we end up with
Are tall tales and vicious looks


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How dare you.