I Long for Things (Which Make Me Sad)

I Long for Things (Which Make Me Sad)                               February 12, 2006

I long for the love of a woman so fair

Who'll love me and won't demand tokens,

Who'll take me for who and what I am,

And won't insist on a pound of flesh.

I long for things I've always desired,

Have always wanted, but can never have.

I long for things which, frankly, make me sad.

I cry all the time over the love I crave,

Yet, that gets me nowhere, nowhere fast.

Women unintentionally are condescending toward me,

But then again, I am mentally clouded with inadequacy.

Some people tell me I haven't given love a chance,

Yet still, I long for things I've always wanted,

But because of my disposition, will never have.

I long for things which really make me sad.

I walk along the beaten path everyday

Pondering over this quandary I'm in.

I kick this pebble I happen to see

Again and again and again.

I must be taking my aggressions out on God,

For after all, my resolve is paper thin.

I long for things I've always wanted,

But will never have because I never properly pursue.

Thus, I long for things that will perpetually make me sad.