The world of 'Two Weeks'
I feel helpless...
Caught in a battle of my own making
Wielding these words with no eyes
My touch wasted to technology
Does the distance hide me from who I am?
Screaming inside with a haunted past
For me this story has been told once before
Are all great girls hidden from my reach?
I look in the mirror and see the 'bad guy' looking back
I have shook the foundations and prompted uneasy questions in the one I like
Am I to take comfort of being the guy that did it?
What I have to offer seems superficial
When you factor in what history means
Is my downfall to be lack of self resolve?
This outcome clouds my mind
I am locked behind bars of my own design
Pitted ageist my own choices of the moment?
Confusion of caring for her feelings soars
Seeing the despair and stress of her is concerning
Is it right to fight for selfish hope of what might be?
I am left each night with a blanket of not my own
Hiding the night away in fear of thinking
When the dust of this whirlwind settles, where will we all stand...?