9:30 pm, 19 Dec 2003

For a moment you almost had me believe you,
I thought this was it,
all that I ever yearned,
all that I could ever ask for,
everything that I have lived for so long.

The thought of it was pleasant,
it is nice to have,
what one has waited for almost forever.
Giving in to a dream always has a good feel to it,
but dreams don't last,
and the feeling fades away,
sooner or later reality returns.
 

So why wait for that moment?
Why expose oneself to bitter truth?
Why not embrace life as it is,
and accept people as who they are.
You are who you are,
and you will always be,
just as I will ever be me.
So I expect from you nothing,
nothing that you can disappoint me with.

I am a free bird,
free as the wind,
that blows where it wishes,
or the rain,
that blesses the land it yearns.

I cherish my dreams,
I live for my hopes.
The few moments of refuge,
that I found in your warmth,
refreshed my being,
and cleansed my soul of weariness.
But that is all there is to it,
nothing more,
nothing less.

I thank you for your company,
it is a pleasant memory,
and I will cherish it long.
But I do not wish you mine,
for I do not want to wish,
what I cannot have.
And what I cannot have,
has no right to disappoint me,
never . . . just never.