Love, for what I had yet fear.
The sound I still long to be near.
Can a kiss tell or can it ****.
The thought which makes my heart stand still.

To keep the world smiling, a job too big for one.
Yet a job not impossible to get done.
But I was that only one, or so it seemed.
So the pressure built, if you know what I mean.

A breaks what I need, yet she sits in my head.
A silhouette of a girl keeps me up in my bed.
I need to fill this blank canvas alone.
Yet I’m turning to everyone to help me see what is shown.

I listen for those drums, to show me the rhythm.
And feel for those footsteps, to guide me along.
I search for those songs, that speak a thousand words.
And write what I find, what comes out of this mind.

So the three roads ahead are now what I face.
I sit and I wait not knowing what to chase.
For I find no drums, nor footsteps, still long for a song.
Understanding for answers to what choice is not wrong.