A Lonely Room

Sitting in a Lonely Room
Wondering what paths my life could have taken had I not chosen the path of knowledge
Thinking where my heart would lie had I not taken the path of hurt
Wishing I had decided to let my life begin without attempting to prepare for what "may happen"
Believing I'm missed out on life just trying to prepare for it
Twenty three years existing and little life to show for it
Countless encounters, little love to result from it
Many affiliations, few real friends gained
Much acquired knowledge, countless lessons learned, yet really what do I know?

Sitting in a lonely room
Wondering if I'll ever find the strength to truly invite someone in
Will I ever offer them a seat in this lonely room
When will I strike up a conversation and find they are much like me?
If I find this is the case, have I lost the right to sit in this room alone?
Or do I invite someone into to this room
And find, like many times before, this room holds a gift the masses would not cherish
I am comfortable in this room
Yet I am alone in this room

Sitting in a lonely room
Waiting for someone to enter who can relate to me
Alone in a lonely room
Hoping for someone who questions his path
By myself in a lonely room
Sure that someone will enter who has already traveled this path
Without a friend in this lonely room
Searching for just one face with that blank stare of confusion and hope
Sitting in this lonely room
Surrounded by a crowd of people...