Am I a lover, or just an object?
Trapped in time,
in perpetual rhymes,
navigating without signs,
blind.

Am I the one, or am I just another?
Just another face,
in the lovers race,
for your faith,
replaced.

I've searched far and wide,
for a love I can't find,
I've begged and plead on my knees.

I must know,
before I go,
what did I do to make you leave?

Because I tried so hard,
and I fought,
and I loved you,
like no one else,
has ever loved you.
But now I sit here,
alone and confused,
wondering,
what did I do?

And so I wander.

Am I a fool,
chasing gold,
without a clue,
of the consequence?

Or am I just another lover,
chasing a love,
so innocent.