2005-01-04 -- 12:38 a.m. I guess I’ll never get what I want, Or see so deep to have an adventure of my own. Maybe I’ll hold your hand within my own, And try so hard to have something build, Between my person, and your own. But till that day arrives on golden wings, I’ll stand here waiting still, Distrusting till the end, Wondering and brooding, What is going on within your mind. You’re the only person so far away, That I can’t see full into your mind. But that’s ok, I think, Maybe that’s why I love you?