How could I have known,
Where I would be now.
Shaken, tired, alone--
What I would allow.

Always softly dreaming,
Of paper and the books.
The quiet way I'm screaming,
From only ***** looks.

Empty promises and broken dreams.
My meager earnings:
For charming schemes,
And animal yearnings.

Awash a lonely beach,
Tempered by the world.
Amazed of my own reach,
Like a hurricane unfurled.

Now, gone is neutrality,
Along with strife.
Embrace my reality:
Your love, my life.

I wait, for what's worthwhile,
With a packed suitcase.
For you are an outrageous smile,
That spills across my face.

On a hectic afternoon,
My only solace.
Finding the missing lune,
And gaining purpose.