hello

I'm afraid I'll die, and never know

how to truly say 'hello'.

I'll never learn of your dreams, and wishes

having never learnt to listen.

I've never opened my eyes, to see

and never seen your Beauty.

The world revolved around no one else

just me.

I'm afraid I'll die, and never know

how wondrous friendship is.

I'll never learn of your dreams, and wishes

and your heartfelt sincerity.

I've never opened my eyes, to see

the Beauty that surrounds.

The world revolved around just me

and now I'm afraid I'll die before I truly say 'hello'.

...There have been and still are so many, many people who are truly saints. Days pass and I don't see it and then, there it is all in front of me - that person has vision, lives virtue, lives true.

I then, rather than get off my arse and do something, full into melancholy, become morose - 'Why am I? Why can't I?' Fucking drivel! Still I get up the next morning...