four years...

...i've spent on this road
four years trying to move on
feeling that i was walking alone

for now i just want to be ok
I don't want to feel sad anymore
I have my life, i have my friends
and i don't want to be no one's backup plan

that's how i've been feeling
a plan B, a possibility
a turn on the road
not a road by itself
not a final destination

the romantic in me tells me to wait for 'Henry'
the reality in me tells me there is no 'Henry'
but only a sequence of short stories

I don't want to be a short story
I want to be a novel
Not poetry, but prose...