When the dream offers herself up
like a young virgin
I start to wonder about the catch
What kind of trap
behind those white panty straps?
At the party, I feel alone
but I don’t want to appear that way
so, I talk to somebody
I don’t want to talk to
and by and by
I meet popular people
and their white smiles accept me
while the whole thing
and I want to go home
to my empty room
Suddenly, I realize why I write.
I keep getting into these debates with my best friend.
“You write too much,” he said. “You need to focus on your career.”
“Maybe, I’ll make it as a writer.”
“Fat chance. How many times have you been rejected?”
“That can’t be good for your self-esteem.”
“In the beginning, it hurt, but now, nothing can stop me.”
“Perhaps, but everything the world has to offer is empty. If we pursue emptiness, we will gain the whole world.”
“You need to stop reading philosophy. If you talk like that on a first date, she’ll drop you like a rock, and call you Sir Isaac Newton.”