Maybe

It was said.. That I was a loner. Waiting.. For something right. That taste, Was promptly spat on the ground, In total disbelief.. Of those accusations. But for some reason.. I can only remember.. One time.. It was right. Maybe I passed it up.. Maybe I’m simply blowing it all, Out of proportion. But.. Something.. Was out of place. I’m left with a bittersweet feeling, Of the notion.. That something was right, And wrong.. at the same moment. How can two ends of the spectrum.. Be mixed, And not make for indifference? Seems like they were right.. And I’m waiting for that something. That something.. Without a definition, or name. But it all seems like a cloud was pulled over my eyes. Like my vision was clouded again.. A melancholy tune plays.. In the distance. And it reminds me, How it felt that one time.. Butterflies, Everywhere. Maybe I’m blowing this all out of proportion.. But the clock is ticking, And this melancholy tune, Is reaching my heart. Maybe I’m crazy, But although opportunity is knocking at the door.. I’m staring out the window, Looking to the horizon. Maybe I’m waiting for that something.. Which I can’t even define Or maybe those clouds have come back. Better give it awhile.. Awhile.guh, this is weird. Written April 20th, 2002 © on Apr 20 2002 02:17 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10