Why do I feel this way?
Why can't I do anything about it?
I can't fight it,
And I don't know if I want to.
It's such a wonderful feeling,
More so than anything else.
I want to fall into it,
Let it engulf me.
But I can't help but wonder,
Why me,
And why her?
I'm just not that type,
And she is way out of reach.
Then it occurs to me:
It's not about winning,
Although that is nice,
What it's all about,
A very wise man once told me
It's not about fighting the fight you can win,
It's about fighting the fight worth fighting.
Yah, I'll go with that.

The End

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