Shine bright?  So that others may follow?
When uncertain of the dark, should I fear not sorrow?
The path has been forged, by many before me,
However familiar to them, that path I still can’t see.
So you ask me to illuminate, show others this beat?
To shine so bright I may see is no small feat.  
Despite this fallacy, I shall give it my all,
With early apologies, if at some point we fall.

"A fool may throw into a well a stone which a hundred wise men cannot pull out" - George Herbert

I threw my stone, when I broke her heart.
She moved on, looking for a new start.
To seek her hand, once again to be mine,  
Not a hundred wise men could draw a guiding line.
So what do I do, in this hopeless state?
One stone thrown, the regret is so great.
Second chances are an idea I fear that I doubt.
If that stone, not even a hundred wise men can pull out.

You there, with the tear in your eye,
Wondering why people are leaving your soul dry
Remember me? The man that stood by your side?
The man on whose shoulder, many a tear you have cried?

I’ve left my sanity, it’s happened before I admit
I find myself in a place, without hope, without spirit.
Do you know where I am? Only you could guide me here
Though you’re not present yourself, you remain the puppeteer.

I know this place well; it’s all too familiar to me.
There is sand, and there are rocks, and a dock to the sea.
Though the waves crash the shore, there is no sound.
And there is no sign of life, anywhere to be found.

The leaves of the trees, lack life and lack color.
Only shades of black show one object from another.
The landscape is barren, not even smell can be detected.  
At this point in my life, my path is yours to be directed.

You have the power, to save me from this place.
However your method of rescue may doom me to retrace.
For unless you take me to a place where our hearts can be as one,
Then I will be left alone on the beach, until this visit is done.

Fall asleep?  Not a chance.
Close my eyes,
Let time pass by,
End this little romance?

You lay down with me.
Your lips on mine,
For a short time,
These moments are not free.

Come morning you’ll leave
Maybe a kiss goodbye,
A cute twinkle in your eye,
The pain is hard to conceive.

So for now I stay awake
Enjoying what’s left,
Of my heart and souls theft,
Foretelling my future heart ache.

Why does it matter?
They speak of me, as if they see what I see
But they don’t.
They don’t.

Their thought, their opinion,
Why does it mean the world?
Who knows.
But it does.

Then there are those who don’t see at all.
I wish they’d see,
But they don’t.
They don’t.

Who knows, they could mean the world.
but their thought or opinion,
wasted on lesser worth.
Why?

Pretentious?
Yea probably.
But ive heard too many stories about the failure of the competition,
Funny, i was taught when competition fails, you win.

Whats my prize.
More pathetic stories of failure.
So are they my competition?
Answer me.

Here I go rambling again.
What do you think im thinking?
Hell, I have no idea.
Help me out?

Some say that if you are unhappy alone,
Then no person you admire, shall cupid condone.
A pity it is, the legitimacy of this thought,
I live to prove it, and said legitimacy I've fought.
My strategy flawed, my tactics do fail.
The closest I've come has produced a short, sad tale.
Many a heart has been broken, I do share all the fault.
The fight I fight is not a well planned assault.
There have been and will be casualties I'm afraid,
Many a heart, however innocent, on cold ground will lay slayed.
For it is simply impossible, to be happy while living alone.
Perhaps this impass in logic will dissolve once I've grown.

The eyes shout what the lips fear to say.
But how to speak with my eyes?
She sees them when she sees me, at least every day.
Can she see, hear the anguish when we say our goodbyes?
I fear the rejection, but if my eyes are shouting
Perhaps she already knows.
Her knowledge of my thinking, there is no doubting
So that fear, has come and now goes.