I’m sitting here and waiting for a text that won’t arrive.

Just staring at my screen, so much that it hurts my eyes.

I want to put my phone down, and move on with my day.

But I simply cannot do it, I simply cannot look away.

I try to turn my phone off, I try to fall asleep.

But the minute that I do, I think I hear my message beep.

Of course it’s my imagination, of course it just cannot be not true.

I wish you knew, the pain I go through, waiting for a text from you.

I know I hurt you somehow, I know that I messed up,

But I’ll never know just why or how, cause your text will not show up.

I wanna throw my phone away, and tell the thing to scram.

But I can’t because I wanna see, your tweets and instagram.

Call me creepy, call me thirsty, call me what you want.

As long as you just call me, cause thats the only thing I want.

Until you do, I’ll be the fool, holding my phone with ready thumbs.

Sitting here and waiting for, the text that never comes.

See there is a place, where dreams go to die.

When a dreamer stops dreaming, or yet fails to try.

It’s a place that’s filled with forgotten ideas,

From folks who’ve forgotten them throughout the years.

This place is a harbor for lies that have been spoken,

that once were all promises, but now they’ve been broken.

There’s a well here that’s filled with bright colored fishes,

And pennies that hold children’s unanswered wishes.

There’s a basement that’s filled with abandoned hope,

cast there by people who always said “nope.”

There’s a sea full of love that some never got,

and a river full of kisses that lovers forgot.

In this place there’s a forest, but there’s no tress or leaves,

it’s a forest full of hugs, that no one’s received.

There’s a garden full of flowers that never got sent,

And a bank full of money that’s never been spent.

Every house here’s unfinished, every wall’s filled with holes,

all built out of everyone’s uncompleted goals.

All the roads here have potholes, they’re only halfway done.

Built here by people who never finish what they’ve begun.

All the people that live here all have jobs that they hate,

They stopped following their heart, all thought it’s too late.

See what they never could fathom, and what they never could find,

is that here in this place there is nothing but time.

There’s time to make every dream here come true,

time to take an idea and create something new.

There’s time to make money, and there’s time here to love,

But there’s just some things here that there’s not enough of.

There’s not enough courage, there’s not enough will,

and it hinders all people who have a great skill.

There’s not enough drive, there’s not much ambition,

and that’s why this place is in such bad condition.

There’s a beautiful field in Syracuse, where no one ever goes.

And in this field, there lie a ball, that no one ever throws.

It’s there through rain and hail and sleet, and even when it snows.

It wonders when it will play again, but no one really knows.

See no one’s there to pick it up, to kick it, or to catch it,

There not even a dog in sight, who would really love to fetch it.

The only friends this ball does have, is the grass and the trees,

The birds that fly up in the sky, and the winds that breeze.

The child that once owned this ball, grew old and fat and lazy.

He moved into the city, and married a wife that drives him crazy.

He gave up his dreams of being in sports, to get rich and trade in stocks,

So he can sit in front of his big T.V, wearing underwear and socks.

He yells and screams and hollers, when his favorite team will loose,

And he yells and screams and hollers, when his fridge is out of booze.

He yells and screams and hollers, at his wife to bring more beer,

While his forgotten favorite football, lies alone and sheds a tear.

Waiting for that special kid, to play and be it’s friend.

That special kid that grows up and sees his dreams through to the end.

——— Inspired by Shel Silverstien

Amy & Jen might not be best friends, but they party each night on the scene.
They both have no jobs, but that’s never a problem, cause their parents have plenty of green.
All the boys love to stare at their pretty blonde hair, they don’t care cause their just there to dance.
But if you drive a nice car, and can buy out the bar, then they’ll probably give you a chance.

On those nights that you find, that you want to unwind, Jen and Amy are doing the opposite.
They’ll be out on the town, in the club getting down, probably dressed in something provocative.
They don’t waste any time waiting in a line, because the bouncers all let them right in.
And on days of the week when your ready for sleep, is when their nights about to begin.

The DJ’s all love them, they kiss them and hug them, and let them up into the booth.
The promoters adore em, so they keep on pourin em, champagne and bottles of Goose.
Some girls really hate them, some girls wanna date them, other girls they see them and copy.
Some guys want to love them, some just want to fuck them, and the rest just think that their sloppy.

They don’t care what you think, they’re just here to drink, to dance and have a good time.
To see and be seen, that is their routine, one scandalous night at a time.
Spending mornings hungover, but over and over, they drink again and again.
Every club that you go, you’ll find two hoes, exactly like Amy & Jen.

——— Inspired by Shel Silverstein.