I Live My Life In Hypotheticals

Should I wait for you to come find me contentedly alone
Or should I try to make my way to you, not knowing where I'm going
What if we cross paths? What if I don't notice, then I think again
That there is no way I won't notice you in the crowd
Then I'm singing it again so loud

I can't wait to finally meet you
And you smile like you know what I've been through
And say "It's you I'm looking for."

I'll see your eyes, the way they pierce
And when you smile, the way they crinkle at the edge
And your body, looking fierce
Leaves me speechless, but I'll gather up my nerve
Because I know that I can't let you
Walk away while I don't even know your name
So I'll walk over, and lean in closer
Tell you somehow that you're driving me insane
I'll say that

I can't wait to finally meet you
And you smile like you know what I've been through
And you say it's me you're looking for.

I can't wait to finally meet you
And you smile like you know what I've been through
And I've found what I've been been looking for

writer's block

It's like the blank space is staring right back at me.
I try to write, I really do. I'll put down words here and there
A pencil mark, or some pixels on the screen
Depending on my medium
I'll look at it, measuring its worth
And then it's gone
Scratched out
Deleted
Erased
No bad writing.
Finally I'll get fed up and leave the whole project
Later, if I was lucky enough to write it down in ink
I'll look at the lines I crossed out
And it will hit me,
"That wasn't bad writing at all"
And I'll make a couple of changes here and there
And share it with anyone who wants to see
But most of the time it's just gone
And I live on, forever believing it was just awful
Sometimes it really is.

Drive-Thru Window

Takes care of hunger
Staple of the working class
Dinner's in a bag

Running out of steam

I've been patient, waiting all this time
I thought I'd found you once, but now you're gone
The only thing that keeps me going on
Is thinking how you'll bring me joy sublime
I thought of late I might have seen your face
But only found another door was closed
Events unfolded not as I supposed
But still I hope to feel your fond embrace
See no one cares for love as much as I
I think about it oftener than not
I dream sometimes, when thinking is forgot
It makes me laugh, and also makes me cry
A younger man will feel love in his heart
An older man will know it in his head
A foolish man will chase it 'til he's dead
A wiser man will give it a head start
To none of these outfits do I belong
(I have or will to each of them in turn)
But still it seems a lust for love will burn
And overflow perhaps into a song

But from my heart I give you all this rhyme
And whether rapt, or causing you to yawn
I do my best to keep it up to pace
Perhaps a bit of levity enclosed
And if you have a feeling to reply
Then go ahead, and give it your best shot
And if it makes a point that's truly smart
And still it lingers once it's fully read
Then whether you have called me right or wrong
From your words I'll make a note to learn