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
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