You write. You type. You love. All for her. But a fool you were. To let something chain you down. Jumping over your thoughts. Taking a step back. “Your too slow” And now she’s way ahead. You’ve might have lost her. Nothing I can do. I tried to help, but clearly neither one of us was for you. Now your in a empty space I wonder how you gonna get out It takes time brother, it’s not a race.