What am I doing with my life?
Did I ever really have a plan?
I can hear my own doubts like songs in my head.
I follow the sun across the empty
My thoughts are crowded as I linger on the things that I cannot change.
If you ever read this I want you to know that I will always love you and I don’t regret what we had those many years ago.
I’m alone but so are so many people out there looking for more than getting by.
Jason Whitaker 