Living In Doubt

A forceful grip by the arm Ripping her away and into my arms is what I ought to do Either that or give it Either that or to spend these days in a limbo of doubt Watching her slip away, these eyes of mine could pierce into hers Straight throughout her breast and out the back of her head Instead they're shooting aimlessly like a drunken gunman After all that might be exactly what I am A spectator of first attractions Of discrete caresses Of lustful eyes disguised as intimate conversation Blindly convinced that I am in control of how everything will turn out in the end And in the end, a state of feeling limited by my own mind, body and soul While still being convinced that I contain some kind of god like charm Thinking I'm only held back by the imperfection of my surroundings Of course it isn't true... It isn't true that I was born in an equal state of self-adoration and hate Cliché... And sitting here across the aspiring sharers of intimacy Halfly convinced that the eyes of the girls secretly wander upon me Living in doubt Living in doubt A life of doubt Living in doubt