one has practically all that i've asked for
all one could possibly need
and yet one feels something
missing inside indeed

something to fill
that little empty space
but try as one might
it seems to be a sad, sad case.

somehow somewhere
as one stares beyond the gloom
there seems to be a light just beyond that
and yet the abyss just before spells doom

the light seems so beautiful
and yet one dares not go
for fear of falling into the chasm
and yet the light lures one so

so near yet so far
one's predicament seems oddly familiar
that funny little sensation of uneasiness
coupled with just a little tinge of fear

stuck here on this cliff of emotion
with nowhere else to tread
if only life was as simple
as buttering a piece of bread.




...this is retarded.
i'm off to dinner.