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What in hell am I doing here,
Lost in my anonymity,
Surrounded by indecision,
At times sinking in my own self pity.

Life's sweet moments, are the sweetest I've
Ever known,
Coupled with bouts of depression,
Interspersed among my mundane moments.

Existence is for the sake of existing,
Nothing more, nothing less.
Aspirations of importance pervades all.
Few achieve, most while failing,
Do not fail, but attain that level
Which we all must rise to.

God, if I will understand,
That having been, I will ask
No more.
Having seen, I will see no more
And having loved,
Be loved forever.

Perhaps, if I were a locksmith
I could find the key,
That would allow me to open up
And look at the real me,
Who ever that is.

Someday soon, when I grow old,
I'll think of days gone by
And wonder why.
I'll wonder why you went away
And left me all alone,
To sit and pass the idle time.
I hope that when you read this line,
You'll have the time
And wonder why.

I can't for a moment
Let you see,
What my emotions,
Do to me,
For in doing so,
It could be,
A ploy by me
For sympathy.
Do you understand?

May I speak of love?
May I ask you now,
Of what will happen
Or if, or how
and if it did,
Will I say Wow?

A lonely feeling,
Sitting in a bar
And the waitress
Takes 20 minutes
To get you a drink.

The sounds of spring
Ring eternally,
In my ear.

I love you,
Little one.
Long is my love
For you.
Gone are the sad days,
Back come the good,
When love was full
Of life,
Like you.

You lift up my spirits
Like a dream coming true.
You cover my senses,
Like a blanket of dew.
You are like no other,
That I've ever known.
I love you more dearly,
Than I've ever shown.
Thank you.

Another time,
In days gone by,
When I was young
And had to die,
For love of country.
Ask me why?

Gone from the roads
I used to tread,
Breathe no more
For now the dead,
No longer see,
No longer bed.

Remember those
Who came before,
They offered love
And even more,
But death still came,
Unto their door.

Somewhere, deep within,
Among your innermost feelings,
Lies the thought of love.
Without sound or light of day
Love will lie in waiting.
Waiting for that time or place
And someone, who, in passing,
Will stop to while away their time,
With simple visitation
And stay the night.