What happened to my innocence?
I used to be resolved to find true love
and reject any of those other scenarios
any of those other meaningless things
Instead I became jaded
and now looking back I wonder
was what I thought an illusion
really my destiny?
Deep down I long for companionship
Someone to laugh and cry with
to ask me about my day
and steal my covers at night
Right now I want those things
But I’m not allowing myself to have them
I don’t want to get distracted from life
and my goals for personal achievement
I bask in the glow of temporary flame
while the oil of my lantern is depleted
I’m waiting for the lightbulb to be invented
before darkness takes over
And now I think about those two roads
that Frost said diverged in a yellow wood
and wish I could travel both
moving with ease as one traveller
But at one score and 4 years
I believe my story is not yet done
the road will diverge again and again
the question remains, should I wait?
my fear
that I will travel one beyond reach of the other
that I will travel too long and forget
with no breadcrums to retrace the steps
