The Obstacle

I was brought her under the false impression that this was one big adventure I listened to my intuition (hopelessly wrong) I was confident and excited and young but time can change people Now I feel older than the trees in Century Park trapped in a concrete jungle despairing, hopeless, but alive; my confidence withered like the cacti on my balcony hot, stuffy days learning nothing at a desk and endless nights praying for a miracle to happen Of course meeting you made this worse but it was fun while it lasted childish illusions all fade away eventually anyway and even if I am taller than the buildings next to the flat I live in taller, even, than the Pearl Tower I will always be living in the shadow of someone else taller I really shouldn't expect much from this life but at least I can stick up two long fingers at her in the dark but at least I can still exist even as an obstacle