Obsessive compulsion
Wanting what I can't have.
Trying to touch stars I can't reach,
Because I know they may not be there tomorrow.
Overflowing my life with things not feung shui.
Without global positioning to guide my way.
I cry out for something to call my own
But without a dictionary to define what that is.
I'm lost just another lost soul.
With my hand half extended yearning for a touch,
But not strong enough to grab another.
Fearing rejection... |