If you don't like poetry,

then you probably don't like song lyrics.

If you don't like song lyrics,

then you probably don't like music.

If you don't like music,

then you probably don't like dancing.

If you don't like dancing,

then you probably don't like ballet.

If you don't like ballet,

then you probably don't like opera.

I don't like opera.

So, we've got an enemy that we share.

If you don't like poetry, I don't care.

I. 

I dream of love, and yet,

I live each day hiding from it 

For I tell myself I don't need it 

But that couldn't be further from the truth. 

Reaching out rarely does me any good

And the people in dreams are so much easier to read

But they're always gone by morning. 

Though, isn't everybody? 

II.

I wanted to try

I wanted to believe I could

But come on, I still kid myself

Believing I have some semblance of control 

Because I can breathe and I can write

I think everything's fine but nothing's alright

Oh well, the pills are kicking in now 

Surely I'll forget my strife 

In a simple ten minutes time. 

I'm not an oracle

I'm not a prophet

I wasn't put here to teach

I wasn't pre-ordained by God

I'm just a human

An animal who knows what it's like to love

To cry a little too much

To hurt, to feel all pains

To dream, to sleep

To live in my head

I don't have all the answers

But I'll keep guessing

Because we can't just wander

We can't just be aimless