09/15/00 1:24AM

I look back at the years I've lived,
The times I've had and the friends I've made.
I see great progress in becoming and adult,
But still my emotions are juvenile.

At least, I think they are.

I've met a person that I wouldn't mind,
Living my life with for the rest of time.
And yet, I can't even come to terms to,
I don't know, express myself, my love.

I think you'd call it love.

It's that feeling where you feel like you are,
Well, not really there.  Your soul jumped out,
And there you are looking at yourself. Thinking,
Why won't you do something you fool!

Maybe this is what's supposed to happen.

You live your life thinking to the past,
That one moment in time where you froze.
You regret not controlling yourself,
And realize that your life was not complete.

Your life was long, hollow, not worth living.
But you did it, you lived it and that's the point.

Now realize that this isn't what has happened,
But rather what could happen.
Go make the decision to do something,
Share your feelings with that truly special person.