The Exchange

sometimes i feel like i was giving a choice, to live with endless opportunities and dying alone, or search forever for a woman who might not be out there.

what would you do if you were offered everything in the world, except the one thing you longed for most? 

would you take it all, grasping at all the possibilities that this opportunity boldly boasts? 

Or struggle at life until its end, having a warm hand and body happy with what you chose.

with my arms barley extended, I'm reaching out for the offer...slowly. hoping i see her before an exchange is made.

My eyes shift, i check behind me, and i see nothing but the backs of those that went away.

Ive done nothing but hope that i'd see her, smell her skin and taste her lips One Day.

You could have it all kid, its what we've heard, thats what they've said.

All the things you thought you wanted, all the things you've dreamt.

No one ever mentioned that you'd be alone when you're dead.

i can't find her, i believe she's lost somewhere.

searched all over, this is my cross to bear.

who knows where you are, or if you're even there.

all i can say is that i miss you,

all i can say is that i tried.

how can i feel so strongly,

when i know we've already died. 

maybe these dreams of forever,

will lead me closer to your where.

so i can arrive two minutes too late, 

to the scent lingering of your hair. 

all i feel are moments hopeful,

all i see are moments lost.

all these hopes are doubtful,

because this moments lost.