The road before him unfolds broken and chaotic
Much as the thoughts running through his mind
With beauty beheld, but never to be held
While wading through limbos and waiting out time
A little worse for wear with heart upon sleeve
An unending poem often void of rhyme
A heart full of love with no lover to bleed to
Unrested and weary despite all he’s tried
Many years he’s spent trying, just to keep trying harder
Many years he’s spent waiting, just to wait a spell more
So often growing tired of both trying and waiting
When both prove for things never meant to be more
Wondering which dreams to follow despite all his failures
Still learning not all dreams are meant to come true
Which is hard for a dreamer who dreams most in waking
When the only thing learned is he hasn’t a clue
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2