There's a whole world out there for you and I
Waiting to be seen by our eyes
And explored with every last bit of our senses
There's a whole world out there that can't be missed
I've sat here waiting to meet you
So we can venture onto our adventure together
But I'm thinking that you walked past me unnoticed one day
Or maybe you missed the bus to your next stop
I know there's always that chance that you don't exist
Whatever the reason
This soul is tired of waiting
And I'll be off in the world
Seeing the things we were meant to see
And exploring the world unfolding
Should you feel the need to catch up to me.

The strange thing about lonesomeness
is that no matter how many people
you surround yourself with,
be it the best of friends,
lovers,
or acquaintances;
you'll never get to the point
where you feel like you're with anyone
besides your own voice
rattling away insults in your head.

And even that voice
feels a thousand miles away.

I'm in a world of friends
with strange faces,
hipster clothing,
and lives
that I no longer relate to

And I watch them pass me by
Like snow dunes on the side of the road

These hands have not
Touched a pen
In such a long while
I think of all the words
I mean to write
And how they all fall silent
Before they reach
The page

This voice has not
Spoken a word
In such a long while
I think of all the things
I mean to say
And how they all fall silent
Before they escape
My lips