I've been writing for a while…
…call it my Magnum Opus if you will…
…trying to find the right mix of lives…
…to tell the story of our times…
A million thoughts going through my head…
…probably a billion, if I counted…
But none of them stay with me…
…long enough for me to count them…
There's a scene right near the boat yard…
…as they're kissing in the rain…
Fighting their one last fleeting moment…
…vague enough, but too familiar…
What makes us who we are or what we want to be?
Everything I'm into is everything I want to be or am not…
Am I the unrequited lover or the dork without a clue…
…am I slacker from distance or do I have only eyes for you?
I've been writing for a while…
…not getting anywhere at all…
Not sure where I should have started…
…all too afraid to fall…
Sitting beneath the starry walls
I pick an angel in the ceiling…
"What is the reason…?"
…I pray for an answer when I awaken…
My reality is a fantasy
…of which there is no cure…
I think, right now, I'm fine with that…
…As long as my destiny's secure…
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