A friend of mine woke me at 4 AM one morning needing someone to talk to...
Plagued with this obsession till I can think no more, I sat awake till four.
Overcoming me, dragging me down, fear has taken hold.
Not knowing was always the worst feeling in the world.
Was this really all my fault? Was I just making things worse?
Was someone unable to wait? Did someone want me to be their date?
I'm so confused, bewildered and bemused.
Did I ask for any of this?
This is no triangle, no not this tangle.
What is this mess that causes me so much stress?
How could so much hurt exist between so few?
Does anyone care? Is there someone out there?
What if they're right, and things can never be alright?
But what if they're wrong, like so many times before?
What if they're wrong, and there's a lighthouse on a distant shore?