Pigtail

I'm halfway, fully, nearly, close to just beyond it
Right beside and just a hair's breadth, in between, next to and closer
I'm approximately, roughly, more more less, about exactly
Almost close by and adjacent
Handy local, within hailing
But the cloud then passes over
And you're vague aloof and distant
Isolated and secluded
Far flung, far off and remote
You're feeling hazy and distinct
Your pigtail has been dipped in ink
Dipped in ink
Reserved you wander unattached,
Till the sun comes out at last
Somehow, you comprehend, and I'm becoming conscious again
I'm becoming conscious again
Conscious again (x8)
Appreciate, grasp, and recognize our mutually proximate prize
And if the stars line up tonight
Then you and I will be alright
If the planets don't align
You go your way, I'll go mine
I don't mind
I don't mind
I don't mind
Your pigtail dipped in ink (Conscious again) x8