Reflecting on the past
While staring into the future's eyes
I'm left to wonder which girl is to remain which.
Thousands of miles,
Hundreds of miles
Always as the vulture flies.
Self imposed celibacy
Once begun becomes
It's own excuse.
Thinking with my brain;
Coldly calculating
Away a chance at happiness.
My own death decree
Has long been dead
It's about time to complete this life.