Hours spent in solitude
add up to nothing.
no easing of the pain.
no rejuvination of the soul.
no one can understand
and no one ever will.
my choices are mine to make
but what do i want?
perfection?
what is perfection
so much as a sentiment?
we waste our lives in search of it
when satisfaction lies right before us.
time moves to quickly...
people mold and grow
and suddenly, the one thing you thought you wanted more than anything
seems like just a waste of time.
isnt everything though?
i dont know what i want
and the few things i do want
i know i cant have.
cliche after cliche,
hypocrite after hypocrite,
it all gets old.
sitting alone in a crowded room, wishing i could speak
but knowing i cant.
hoping to be with him,
but fearing i wont.
loneliness frightens me,
and priorities are such a burden.
let me want,
let me love,
let me dream.
let life be as simple as it really is...
