You Learn

I find that wishing for you,
doesn't make you come.
I find that hoping you'll be
doesn't make you the one.

I realize that reading my mind
is something impossible for you.
I realize that no one knows
exactly what they should do.

Blinded Of the Obvious

Just stop and take a look at me,
And tell me that your eyes don't see,
The reason that I still be,
Standing here before you.

A Buried Past

A certain silence screams
and I am dumb to the sound;
the curve of enthusiasm past
is no where to be found.

Numbness settles in my mind
where adventure used to lie;
and the peace that hovered above
has been shattered across my sky.