Screaming out for contact
Body inevitably trumps mind
Right wrong or indifferent
Too impatient for stars to align
Always boils down to a choice
Our feet walk the unchosen path
Anything to hear another voice
Fumbling on relationship math
Then the rubber band snaps
As it always does
Hands again press on the glass
A million or more true loves
Passing fancy in the slow lane
The strange failure of success
Forever searching for more
Until you're left lifeless
