Cannot Sleep, Visions of Her

I lay in bed after a long day of stress,
trying to sleep and enjoy my rest.
For hours still I lay in my night time dress,
maybe this is some type of test?

Her name echoes, from ear to ear,
as if coming from nowhere and somewhere near.
Her image appears, in the depths of my mind,
trying to sleep I cannot, as the gears continue to wind.

Thoughts of her holding my hand, a warm embrace,
of the feeling of her lips, against my face.
"It's all only a dream, a wish and a hope,"
"After all," I repeat, "she's out of my scope."

She would never love a guy like me,
there's no way her heart could be mine.
The dreams I have, she will never see...
to me her heart would only decline.

I won't give up on that which I care for so much,
continuing forward is the most important goal...
Pessimism is nothing but a crutch,
one that would do nothing but control.

"Such beauty, such kindness... the one that is true..."
"Maybe someday... she will come to you..."