Impossible To Leave
Every day I think backwards, retardation,
halting progress, defying laws, reversing space stations.
I'm just a lonely Caucasian alone with a broken
heart with my mind racing.
I should think ahead instead but that only
brings dread and visions of death.
I can recollect her image, trapping me in a cage,
provoking my lovely lust filled rage.
That one moment, that one meeting, the devil stole
it, an awkward anxiety filled greeting.
The regret will never leave, I need time to grieve,
thinking of what could have been.
Impossible to leave.