

When I was twenty,
life looked simple Just follow every road they drew So I worked
while others fell in love
Built a future brick by brick
Never stopped to ask myself
What if love don’t work like this
I kept my heart in order
Kept my hope in line
But every door I opened
Left a little more behind So tell me How many almosts make
a man How many chapters never land How many times can hope
survive Before it starts to shake in your hands I’m not angry
I’m just tired Of waving at a life
That never stayed long enough to be
mine
Then came a girl who read about monks She smiled like everything
was light
We played golf beneath the summer sun
Talked for hours until the night But somewhere between friend and love
She couldn’t cross the other side
Weeks later in the heat of June I asked how she had
been
Silence answered every word And I felt that same ache again
So tell me How many almosts make a man How many chapters
never land How many times can hope survive Before it starts to
shake in your hands I’m not
broken
Just bruised Trying to believe
Love hasn’t already chosen someone new Then another heart walked through the
door With little hearts inside her texts She called me sweet,
she made me laugh
But every plan became someday Until one message finally said You’re wonderful,
just not for me
She said once
You’re exactly the kind of man I wish I could fall in
love with
Funny how one soft sentence Can hold two things at once And
the deepest kind of hurt
Now tomorrow waits in another city
Another stranger Another chance Maybe she’s the one who reads my soul
at a glance Maybe not But I’ll still show up
I’m not angry
I’m just tired
Of waving at a life That never stayed long enough
to be mine
But every morning I got up And believed again