I miss you a lot you know.
I wonder if you think
or think of me
I hope someday you’ll wake up and find
That you were wrong.
Is it presumptuous of me to assume you won’t like it?
Not really.
You told me so yourself.
Yet you continue to block yourself in.
You continue to follow the path that others put together for you.
You’re trapped.
Limited.
And always will be.
- November 11
- , 2010
