The Lonely Man

I am a lonely man, yes, a man, not a boy
though many may look upon me and say otherwise
I live a lonely life in a lonely world
living through the facade of many lies

I can expect a lonely, bleak future
moving through this world as an automaton
meeting people, leaving people, never finding she
she that would bring forth upon this barren path the sun

ah, but what would she be like, this one
if only I could find her now, basking in her radiance
if only I could know the trail to travel
to meet the one woman that would be more than a daliance

but who is this, this woman from a dream
she is so beautiful, inteligent and wise
but if I could only be the one for her
anything she asked, to the occasion I would arise

alas, how could I ever prove myself
such a creature is far beyond me to even consider
there are to many others much more desirable
all I can do is watch, the taste in my mouth, bitter

you are most likely expecting an end
but you shall not find one here
for this story is yet unfinished
I have yet to conclude with smile or tear

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