I could worry about the little things
The little things that don't matter
The material things
The things nobody but myself sees
I could live in the past
Or the future
Or anything but the present
And I could be mad about where I am right now
As if everyone else I know
Isn't in a different place than me
And I could wish to be you
But maybe it's not trying to be you
It's trying to be anyone else but me
i still search for you in the places i go
hoping to see you; a familiar face once again.
today i walked through the halls expecting to meet you, where you forever stood— but the man i saw wasn’t you;
my final fate– here i stand as the anticipation builds.
all i ever spent my life waiting for
stands still here– emotionless
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
he barks at anyone that nears,
snarling teeth that glow shiny in the afternoon light.
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.