The Man Who Isn’t There

The Man Who Isn’t There

A crowded room
Music fills the air
People dance and sing but I’m not there
I’m miles away
Inside my head
I’d rather be anywhere else instead
With you

A lonely tune
A sweet melody
Reminds you of someone but it’s not me
Am I too far gone?
Please tell me I’m not
I’d rather be bittersweet than be forgotten
By you

All that I am clashes with all that I seek
Everything I have leaves no room for the things I need
How could you care for the man who isn’t there?

A wishing well
A shooting star
In my dreams you’re never far
Give me another chance
That’s all I ask
To caress the face behind the mask
Just one chance

All that I am clashes with all that I seek
Everything I have leaves no room for the things I need
Have you looked everywhere for the man who isn’t there?

All that we could be keeps me on my feet
Nothing I have seen leads me to believe
That anyone else could compare for the man who isn’t there




About the Author

I am patiently waiting for the Mothership to take me back to my planet.