The Conversation

Cynicism is like cataracts
Slowly a haze forms in our eyes
Your vision is more than blurred
No way, I ain't gonna do that again
You say to yourself

And while we talk
We just met but I've already had
Countless conversations in my head
Before the date is over
I've already made up my mind

You have got to trust
In the idea that you can't know
What will happen
And that's okay

Cause there will come a day
When you won't have these questions
But you're not there yet
So stop your grasping
And love what you've got

Three days later
I'm just sitting listening to others
My mind wanders, looking in the distance
How can one be so optimistic one day
Then so dismissive the next

Glimpses of a chance
That falls flat once again
Hard not to get cynical
You can always smile and walk past

But if I never try
Anyone could see that gets me nowhere
But I can't let it mess me up
Anyone knows pain lost is peace gained

As we write back and forth
She says
I'm gonna be honest with you

You're worth more than that
You give yourself away
Way too easily
You're worth more than that

Do you still see your dreams
Do you want to build something
You and I aside
There's still time

So I feel like my eyes have cleared a bit
Maybe slowly, but at least I can see
Though we had that conversation
Four years ago
It still rings in my ear


by: Drew
written: March 26, 2009 to January 21, 2011
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