I ventured once into your world,
I felt around a little bit.
I tried to find a place for me,
a corner where I could feel good.
You had extended the invitation.
I took too long to decide.
You grew a little disgusted, I guess.
I was sorry when I saw I’d
hurt you, and I tried to make
it up, but you weren’t having anymore,
and at that point your world looked
better and mine seemed just as
empty as yours had looked to
by Cher Bibler