It Brings You Comfort...

It brings you some comfort
In the long run..
Yet, someday you wake up
You lift that heavy soul off your bed
And you prop yourself under the pressure
Realizing...
That the little comfort it awards you
Is derived of all that tension
All those expectations you force yourself to meet

She has high standards
And even higher dreams
And I lack the strength
The wisdom
My tongue is dull
As opposed to all those who have sharpened theirs
She speaks
And the words that loosely bid her farewell
Wear the alluring veil of wisdom
And experience

In no moment in my time
Will I match her expectations
Her needs
Her desires
Because I am naturally built as the leg of a chair
Or the nail on the wall which holds the masterpiece
And my sole purpose conflicts with my wish
Of someday having her
But not her body
Not her eyes
Not only those
But have her love
And passion


Yet the pressure I feel
The tension that rips open the stress
Disables my growth
And my will
And throws back into the deafining realm of uncertainty
Where you may think you know you have a chance
But seconds later you contradict yourself...

But you know one thing
And one thing only

And that is

It brings you comfort
In the long run...