And there are waking moments
But I prefer those less
Whenever I tell her truths
Cross my fingers and confess
She shakes her head and
I can see her struggle
Feelings and emotions
And her trust to juggle
Then there are sleeping moments
And I prefer those more
When I imagine her only
And my heart is not sore
I talk to her and laugh with her
Love her, make love with her
So far away from everything
That made her will wither
But again there are waking moments
And I have to make a decision
Wait and try and dream,
Give up and make an incision,
Leave and agonize in misery,
Or create a new fire
With so much time,
It feels as if the present is dire

I want the future
To find me now
But what do I want?
Hello or meow?