A lonely Yale Night
The night is young
So am I,
Though my knees differ
But I still taste chai.
The bells are long
So I am not,
Briskly moving Yale ding dongs
It’s downtown in New Haven
I’m lonely in my friends home
Lonely in my own abode
Lonely everywhere I go
I am lonely, it’s my soul
Love retreats like waves at shore
It feels like everyone, I bore
I am the king of boredom
Love is a tourist to my kingdom
The story hasn’t changed in a minute
She comes, I feel, she leaves
And now, I go to him, but he can’t stay
Both sexes usher my love away
Surely, it’s just the story my mind tells?
I know it’s true
I just don’t see through
The brain is an opaque well
For I feel, so it must be
Or I don’t feel, so it must be?
What must be if certainty can’t be?
To be is to think what I feel ?
I am in love, I am in love with the wrong sex
There was no sex, but there is love
I feel love that sex hasn’t given yet
Love, I say, when I am but a pet
This is my reality steeped in certainty
Today is now
And a hug is no down payment or treaty
Tomorrow? I await your fealty