I read all the books I was supposed to read But they didn't lead to the places they said they'd lead to I'm the kind of man who skips to the last page I want all your praise but none of your outrage I don't dream much anymore but when I do I dream about you There's no worries Said all my sorries Except the ones that I owe to you You said that I Didn't need to What would it mean now? I don't know but it's something to do I was a mindless mess about mindfulness I didn't know what it was trying to do I kicked and I punched at what was inside me All I knew was that I wouldn't let it define me I didn't care about much but I always cared about you What am I going to do With all this time without you? I guess I'll just figure it out as I go What do other guys do? Do they learn something new? Like DIY, homebrew and fighting online How do I fill all this time? Maybe I'll start work on that novel