They came to me and said that love is where you don’t expect it So I went to Vegas There was no love for me in Vegas, only dried up people with flaky skin, their eyes melded into money sized circlets. I traveled on, knowing that if I could only find love, everything would be made alright, or so they say. I went to the forest by the canyon. Was it full of love, or full of gnarled trees? I’ll give you a hint… I traveled on. She searched for love in her computer, and she found it there. She thought. It only took a few weeks to prove her wrong, and it dealt a heavy hand. She thought she had found love once, but in fact she had lost it. The flashy young man had stolen it, and he was a bastard, she said. The flashy young man meant no harm, in his head everything was alright, because he had love. He keeps it over there, in the box that floats in the ocean. Sometimes sharks surround it, and other times only kelp. But enough about other people… back to me. On a craggy mountain pass I sought my cagey prey, but alas, love is not to be tricked so easily. I thought I saw it jump back behind a rock once, but it was just an elk. They came to me again and said, “Why do you not try harder to seek love? You try only in metaphor, you will never find it in this way.” I had no answer for them, but I traveled on anyway. She bit her hands ragged searching for love, and where did it get her? I saw her standing by a statue and loving it all the more it didn’t move. Maybe this is all a fabrication.. a lie, as they say, … and I made it up one night as I sat on the floor, looking in a mirror occasionally? They came again and told me that this was a possibility. I loved once, and she loved me, but now I think that we never really were in love anyway. Finally I got fed up. I went to them this time, and I asked just what was taking so long. They told me to wait in line with the others. So I did, fool that I am. Fool that I am.
Reason for writing:
A continuation of a monolouge by Bruce from Kids in the Hall. Sure it isn't funny, but not everything is.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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