The only way I can think
To describe the feeling
Of being \"behind\" is this:
I see a mountain in the distance
The blends of her bends exquisite
A cottage atop her crown
Structured in melancholy
Stability amongst the scent of pine
There lies a happy family waiting
Patiently they search for future me
But current me feels lost
I catch glimpses of their figures now
Ghosts of all I yearn for, now
I can almost taste their warmth
A soft cheek to caress and a lover
To embrace, feels so close
Craving so badly, but it\'s not for me yet