Maybe I can't walk a mile in your shoes.
Or turn the page and forget the news.
And sometimes there is just too much to say.
Like how much I love you instead of go away.
And there are times I want to hold my head.
Alone at night contemplating in bed.
Just where this world would be without us.
The ones who worry, wonder and dread.
Rather than skipping through every sorrow.
Without a thought or care about tomorrow.
Just a fearless, smiling, self centered jerk.
Who thinks meaningful thought is too much work.