Wasted Thoughts

I'll bid goodbye to this emotion,
If only for a little while,
I could be swimming in a vast ocean,
With my leftovers crumpled in a pile.

But I'll be a cracked kitchen tile.

It's not worth it.

There's a better dream somewhere,
One waiting to be lived,
I know there's something out there,
That someday will be lived.

Something's got to give.

This isn't worth it.

Perhaps there is a smile,
But then again, you never knew,
Perhaps the thought was vile,
And too good to be true.

But now when I look at you,

You're not worth it.