I sit here, thinking about as it occasionally crosses my mind.
Will I ever find the exit, will someone be on the opposite side of that line,
Waiting for me, with their hand held out, crying to see me?
Hmph, I guess I just have to find out,
So next time you look at a oddly colored cloud, think about love and how many people are striving for it…
And think of me, wandering aimlessly,
Trying to find someone that will call me their own.
Someone to complete me, so that I can live happily ever after or at least get to kiss it. Someone that has what their parents call love.
Some one to share a sandwich with, or a dinner with or a lifetime with…