Im beginning to lose hope
in the whole idea of “the one”.
Growing up and growing cynical
with every bad experience i take
that faint glow from my childhood
that romantic spark
glows fainter and fainter each day.
Im beginning to see it now as a choice you make
no different than which pair of pants you’re wearing today.
rather than that divine energy, that mystical force, that inexplicable goodness
between the 2 of ya.
i dont know what i dont know
and i know that i don’t know if i believe in the one anymore.
