What is one to do when even
Antipathy is riddled with indifference?
Finding plausibility in simple hellos,
When it\'s dead, where does it go?
When everything is opportunity,
When it all just fades away,
I find myself the bitter type
As life would wish to say -
Being anxious is a curse,
Looking forward is how you fall,
The fear of the one you love
Not caring for you at all -
Begs the question,
Do I hope you\'ll stick around?
Do I pray you feel the same?
If it\'s meaning that I\'ve found -
And are we similar in age?
Do I expect another greeting,
Or the sound of nothing, layered thick?
Does the lone man remain humble
If he himself admits he is?
When it comes as no surprise,
I keep my eyes focused ahead,
And when it\'s down to you and me,
I\'m in love with possibility.