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A Statement
Why do I feel this way?
I should be happier than before.
I should be ashamed to ask for more
When all is coming together so nicely.
Could it be that I have doubt
In my mind that these things,
Being hard to find,
Don't last long, and so I should worry about
The fate that lies ahead,
And what I would rather do instead
Of living like I'm blind.
It's not a question,
But a statementleft unfinished
Revealing feelings that can hardly
With time be diminished.
I am not one to dwell so much in the past,
I guess this time a part of me
Still wishes what existed then would last.
This is my way of trying to say good-bye
To the days when nothing is good enough
And I constantly wonder why
I can't have life the way I want it
When it's clear nobody has that chance;
All that there is left to live for
Is roaming and romance.
Too separate things, though both I've known
It's hard for me to see them
Capable of existing well alone.
They accomplish different things,
But neither one is true.
They aim at opposite ends,
Both of which are the source of all my rue.
