Saturday, February 5, 2011

Think Too Much

Days grow short
Nights stretch long
Tomorrow holds no guarantee
It is not the movies
Where the guy gets the girl
Held up in a furnished place
I feel withdrawing
A mood transcending
When is my growth
Soul searching
I am the one that matters
Enjoying my company
Craving solitude
Longing inner peace
What I don't know won't hurt
The party does not tempt
I will not glamour up
I want to be alone
In my thoughts
There I am free
Or am I
You are what you think
I think I am a fool

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