Ponderings of the Girl Sitting on the Loveseat

I don't know why I do the things I do.

perhaps I'm indecisive, or
perhaps I'm just a jerk.

I don't know why you do the things you do.

Perhaps you see potential, or
perhaps you're just playing around.

I don't know what will become
of any of this.

I don't really where we are right now,
or where we are going.

As for our destination, well,
I can't recall why we've fallen silent

As of late.

But the birdsong seems to echo through
the islands of my mind, the tiny
tropical passageways leading to

my empty, fool-hearted passions.

I don't know why I think the things I think.

Perhaps I'm really lonely, or
Perhaps I'm just a jerk.