Life’s Stuff

My dreams becoming hard to construe,
Make me question the things I do.
I know I have so much to be thankful for,
Just seems like my heart stats sore.
I have a little house built from the ground,
But it’s nothing that is very profound.
Have a truck, job, and all life’s little stuff,
But something makes me feel not enough.
Maybe I just judge myself a little too much,
Maybe what I want is not out of touch.
Just seems all I am ever able to find,
Are people that to a future are so blind.
They only look for what comes that night,
Nothing any further is in their sight.
Others think I am only after that one thing,
It’s wrong, I am after more than a fling.
Ready to find the one to make things work,
Someone looking for that one real perk.
Till then I have to fight this doubt inside,
The one that tells me to just run and hide.
Have to stand and keep my head up high,
Keep proving that I am a nice guy.
Know I am never going to have the looks,
That they talk about in all of the books.
Always do what I can and know at least,
One day she will see past the outer beast.