Mount Hindsight

I've been dreaming of you
not every night but
from time to time
you've obviously made an impression
to be converted into rhyme.

Maybe it's a sign
my waking self
snoozed and loosed.

I don't beat myself up but
I've often been accused by
the man in the mirror
the aged adolescent
the born sinner.

Glazed red eyes
still want the prize
still he never tries
to be the winner.

So it's easy come easy go
and if easy comes I don't complain
'Cus I know easy will go,

am I playing alone
or playing my own game?

No strikes but home runs rarely hit
if you don't swing you don't miss
hey batter batter
whats the matter?
served her up nice
then dropped the silver platter.

I guess you know its right
when it's easy
she didn't have to try
the very sight of her
teased me
curly blonde locks and
eyes that would lead me
if I were to surmise
I hypothesize
that she indeed
would please me.

Maybe I'll never know
maybe one day she'll come see me
allergic romantic
..writing this shit makes me queezy.

I'm on top of mount hindsight
and it's getting kind of breezy
I enjoy the view
but whats under the clouds intrigues me
so where my ski's be?

I'll slalom side to side to you
we only met once
I think twice each time I think of you
we only met once
that one night felt like a week or two
but we only met once
and now I can't find you..

..I wish I could end this so cinematically
truth is my days don't often play out
so dramatically
'Cus actually
I could probably find exactly
where you'd be.

When my curiosity's hungry
it gorges on facebook feed.

In this digital age
I consult the oracle, Qwerty
to translate my thoughts
through these characterised keys
that I stroke with ease
to try and appease
my stressful mental

This bridge through cyberspace
can be so influential
sometimes it helps
other times its detrimental
'Cus it makes me realise
you are unrealised potential
but it's not my style
to be spontaneously sentimental.

I could write you heart felt verse
and hit send
a dozen digital roses
X with the kiss it intends
but it's just shapes on a screen
for all you know it's pretend.

It doesn't feel real
that's just my interpretation
but when we are face to face
I feel the communication.

Guess I've finally run out of patience
and resigned to this situation
where we resort to keyboards
as a means of making relations.

So this is my honest declaration
wrapped in a rhythmic facade
this poem's about you
and only you know who you are.