It catches me in the strangest of places.
Especially hits me when I'm looking not.
Few have come my way,
Especially when I feel naught.

Those that come I accept
in all blinding ways.
Am I so hard as I make myself to be,
may be not, or else I'll Flay.

More I try to get away,
The more it pulls me in,
Like the call of the sireens
or the quicksand that sucks me in.

The more I deny it, the more it grows,
How long will it last I fckng donno,
Is it for me to decide me or is it my fate,
Oh no Lord, its too damn late.

Still I say to her,
In a positive note,
That things will get better
If only you'd swim past the moat.

30 years of Solitude,
and one or two less may be.
I cant hold myself right now
I am past that age you see.

Is it my dream or is it true,
What the future holds for me and you.
I say to thee, break those chains,
After all its life and who knows if you're be born the same again

I fret that I dont have you close,
or a glimpse of you, every part of you is simply prose.
I wait for you night and day,
I'll be yours if you'd only say.

I have to go back to life alone,
I wonder If I would make it on my own.
This is the start, and things could be,
Oh my love, if you'd only see?