Not Going to Happen Soon

NOT GOING TO HAPPEN SOON

I've been sitting here, daydreaming all day long
Not sure if you were coming back into view
I wished that you'd just stand there a little longer
And then I could muster up to ask you

In the eyes of others, the playing field is plain
But there are a lot of mountains to climb over
And I've tried to climb those on your border
But my attempts consecutively fail favor

Questioning my lust, asking my own desire
Could I withstand the ridicule of falling fast?
I think maybe you've taken notice of something
How many do you think wish this to last?

I could sit here all day, and still no progress
I could lay in bed all morning till I fall asleep again
And then like the night you'd drift in and out
Those are the fictions you're in

Once you could have been asked, but you weren't there
And I waited the whole day in terror to try
But the wait subsided into loss of hope quickly
And when others asked I had to just lie

Maybe I'm trying too hard, what do you think?
Perhaps if I eased up on my tactics I've strategized
I think I'm getting the sad looking picture in my head
Love is a sense we all seldom realized

I get sick when I see all the couples each day
I want to be a part of that, know the embrace at least
But sometimes I take a different vantage point
And I see some interests are only a beast

So in retaliation on myself and my losses
I need to ask if you'd ever consider considering me
Because sitting, daydreaming is going to get lonely
If not, then lonely is all I'll ever be

- poet Darká