It’s days like these I feel helpless. I guess helpless is a bad word to use, but it is one that I often feel. Its not like I think that nobody can help, but I know deep down inside no one wants to. It’s days like these that I sit inside, look out the window only to find abandon streets. The water falls and the sky turns dark and there is nothing to do. It’s days like these that I wish I could go out and tell everybody how perfect they are, but I cant. I guess it is not that I can’t, but I simply wont. What is perfect? Its quite possible I’d just be lying anyway. It’s days like these that I finally start to realize how much I need you. You always seem so distant, but it is typically I who is distant from you. A sudden impact to my face might be the cure for that. It’s days like these that I wish I could go back and hold on a little tighter. I usually say I have lived my life with no regrets, but I have one. It’s days like these that I realized how much time I wasted looking at the clock instead of being in the moment. I know it seems like there is a lot time, but at any moment our hourglass could run out. It’s days like these that a fireplace reminds me of how burnt out I'am. I know it seems like I do not have a lot going on. However right about now I really wish Aunt May would remind me, “ You do too much. You're not superman ya know”. It’s days like these I critique myself more than ever. The white hairs begin to appear and the waist seems a little bigger than two years ago. It’s days like these where I watch raindrops glide from the top of the window and come to a halt. Some stop before others, but I often wonder why. I guess that always seems to be the question. It's days like these.
A Man Chasing His Dreams