What to do?

I wonder what life has brought unto me - a life that's led and now stands still, anxiously awaiting to run again. Somehow this journey is like the speed of light, and now I'm watching myself age, aware of all that is around me passing me by even as though I dream of more and more.

My dreams are not here, I'm afraid.
My hopes lie in far away, non-imagined places.

I must go, and not be afraid.

I wonder why my heart and mind do not find another. How is it that hopeless romance turns out to be hopeless after all this time? Again and again I face them and those I crush are not those who crush me, and reverse.

What is a boy to do?

Write.