A Solitary Journey

I am but an ordinary man

with rational dreams and simple joys,

A hopeless romantic floating in time;

wandering toward the inescapable dusk.

I’m not fighting a seeming appointment,

maybe I feel no need,

Perhaps, the fear of the thorns

suppresses the desire to own a lovely rose.

I close my eyes to any possibility

and cover my ears against serenades,

For false hopes cut like a knife

and reaches where soul and flesh separates.

For there’s nothing desirable in me;

nothing worthy of second look.

Shall I fret over a solitary journey?

Or shall I remain hopeful

that someday my heart shall be bound

with a love that’s pure and true?

I’m beginning to get tired of waiting

while getting scared of having.

I envy those who are raising their own family;

unmistakably happy and content,

Yet I’m pleased and satisfied

being all by myself.

Though, I must admit

that I long for a sweet embrace

From the woman who shall be a light

that shall turn my nights into day.

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