Do i throw it all away?
Do i continue to lie there in my bed thinking of things that i have no reason to think about?
Will my dreams be plagued with possibilities that have no reasonable outcome?
I see all the reasons i'm sure you want me to see. I see all the reasons i'm sure you don't want me to see.
My reasons or your reasons. I still cant get to sleep.
If you think i can't trust my heart, and that i shouldn't trust my head, what the hell else should i lend my trust to?
I feel the melancholy of a hundred literary romantics. The idolatry of a hundred historic heritics.
Most of all, i feel the loneliness of a single man sitting with his feelings on a bench in a park looking over the vastness of the world and not knowing what to do with himself or his time. I guess all i can do for now is sit on my bench and watch the world go by. Hoping that someday, you might come and join me. If not to talk, but to simply enjoy the sights in shared silence. A man can dream... cant I?