{- One in a Million -}

I wake up every morning,
Knot in my stomach, from cloudy dreams,
Wake up with yesternight's musings,
Still creeping though the seams,
Like water creeps up the holes in my shoes,
Like water sinks the ships I lose.

Yellow leaves have gone away,
Skies have turned from blue to grey,
The autumn chill feels colder somehow,
As you run from these aching arms of mine,
To a fate far worse than here and now,
To where tears and sunlight are entwined.

And when I say one in a million,
Know that I mean it, I really mean it,
But how long, how long can I hold on,
When love's but a one-way solitary street.

At the foot of the mountain,
Staring at the fading city lights,
As darkness wraps its curtain,
Around the lonely towering heights,
From where I stand and think of you,
As a love I fear is born anew.

I see the traffic wander aimlessly,
And let my mind wander carelessly,
Solitary lights in a sea of crashing waves,
Don't really know from what they flee,
Speeding blindly through the endless maze,
In a way, not entirely unlike me.

And if I say one in a million,
Although I mean it, I really mean it,
No longer can I hold on,
If love's but a dead-end street.

-Vincent D.-