edit: disclaimer this is not an angst ridden reflection about a girl. If that is what you got out of it please look again.

I'm older now
where has it got me
I'm still crazy about a girl
who knows nothing about me
I'm come so far, but some parts stay behind
I've painted a solid line
but it thins out at the sides
I've made it down trail ~~~~~~~~but to make it here I left
and dropped a weighty chest; a determined snail
I wonder when it will hit me and I'll need trek back
to restore what what's infected for the thing that defected
alone a brave solider who left his text of the heart skewered and mounted
on a stake what he left marked on the ground
so one day when he was again atoned it could possibly be found
an opus to write not as Beehthoven without sight
but a man without a vital lesson,
to learn bravery and might and tact and wisdom
in reality without passion
still an swiss cheeze man from the part not yet with him
when lovers go aside and friends left behind
Where will I be, I don't know which path is right
But if find my education again in matters not of my head
maybe one day I'll have reason to have found some place in a bed
but as of now still caught in my head, still caught in my head... ..........................................................................................................................................................................................................