Masked answers that pulsate through my head.

Anticipation arising,  
 
My systems constantly calculating,  
 
Suppressing...  
 
Acknowledging..... ..  
 
Formatting.. .. .  
 
Bewildered by this answer,  
 
Ten....  
 
Doses of ecstasy,  
 
Cheers to the perfect Fantasy,  
 
I have created this ultimate legacy,  
 
Feelings start to congest me rapidly,  
 
Time slowing down,  
 
Time's lost..  
 
time always has a cost,  
 
 
 
Voices faint,  
 
 
 
All I hear is that answer,  
 
Ten....  
 
Yet this is not what bothered me,  
 
It was Seven..  
 
I took a step back,  
 
Taking position,  
I had no counter reaction,  
 
Smiling...  
 
 
Playing off this choked feeling,  
 
Seven was your answer,  
 
Seven..  
Really.. ..  
 
 
So asking this question...  
Brought so much satisfaction..  
 
 
 
Well..  
 
To you..  
 
 
 
Having another sip off my beer,  
 
Thinking of ways to change the subject,  
 
I gracefully alter the conversation,  
 
Is there no answer to this compulsive equation,  
 
Possibly..  
 
A simple solution,  
 
 
A solution for a story that has finally ended,
 
 
It's your masked answers that pulsate through out my head.