failed attempts.

you're just a boy
and as much as I've told you,
you still don't know me
because you choose to see
what you want to see
and you you choose to believe
what you feel is appropriate.


you're just as biased about me
as you are about everybody else
and to be honest,
i don't really care for it.


you're just a boy,
unaware of how much you are loved
by a girl and how much of you,
she'd put up with.



but i  suppose you'd say it'd be a fair trade.
because some boys are cruel and
don't really care for feelings at all.
it's all about the fast-paced action
of lust.


you see, no one cares about marriage,
no one cares about kids,
or about dreams and careers.


but me, you silly boy,
i'm not ordinary
and i don't care about those things
as much as most.


i care about traveling the world
and seeing ancient ruins,
discovering new life,
learning as much as i can
about everything.


i care about photographing what I perceive
to be the world, showing them the night life,
showing them the best of the worst.
I want to be famous for it, a legend,
see my work in a gallery and loved and admired
by the world, not just me.


i care about drawing, having someone
be as obsessed with my work as i am.
i care about writing, having my work
in books on shelves to become a favorite
and be read over and over again.
i care about people relating to it
and finding the peace and companionship
in it that i have.



silly boy, you don't know me at all
and deep down, you never fully accepted me.
silly boy, i hope you know,
that i wasted wishes and chances on you
and in the end, you became stardust
just like all the other failed attempts
at attaining a dream.