Many years, lost in thought,
imprisoned by the brain.
Lost my mind, all alone,
almost gone insane.

Through the clouds of dismay,
hope was very near.
The light shone through,
the cause to persevere.

Talking now, back and forth,
throughout the many days.
Lost myself to her voice,
no face to set my gaze.

It wasn't love, no not at all,
but potential it did have.
I set the course to see her now,
hope was all I had.

Two days, one night,
intimacy had prevailed.
Not her's, was only mine,
I won only what I failed.

Too much drink, too much smoke,
meant nothing in the end.
With potential lost, as I descend,
I left you a note.

Goodbye my light of hope.