‘The boy at the music store,
not the same person I met before.
New face, new embrace,
quick conversation, so much temptation.
A light breeze, a cool freeze,
A new story of the birds and the bees.
I met many people before, and many people more.
Yet, I still stand this journey alone.
I fantasize about you, you, and you.
Im still alone, nothing new.
Many pathways, possibilities,
and endless inevitability.
I will not choose, because choices are endless.
Here I lay defenceless.
And yet, my thoughts still come back to