I just want my summertime
To be at a stand still.
Sometimes, when women cross my mind,
I'm not sure just what to feel.
I'd like to call her friend,
And I want us to mean something.
I can find several, yet in the end,
It seems like all I have is nothing.
So where is the evidence
That says I should move forward?
Show me a sign that's heaven sent;
A point I should move toward.
©2013 Poetic Justice