This third is the craziest one ever

Teaches me to think it’s now or never

Prayed so hard to make it happen

Bringing brilliance on my nap pen

Thought of way to get the number

Leave letters and prayers on the locker

Thankful this one is a God’s ladder

Welcomes me, though in love with the other

Cried a battalion as if filling the gallon

 Suspend the feeling by mystic galleon

 Moved out and ran away; it was killing by the way

Learning this can’t be; I’m just part of the bay