He sits and wonders how it came
To be another night the same -
The weeks and months have come and passed
To leave him sat there as the last.
He thinks of all the evenings that
Instead of doing, he'd just sat
In common rooms and college bars,
Through thoughts of work and girls and Mars,
While all the people passed him by
And didn't think to wonder why.
And all the nights he could be phoning
He'd stayed and spent the time bemoaning
The lack of all the things to do,
While television gibbered through
The thoughts of which he's not too fond -
Another day to sit and ponder
That routine he'll grow to hate;
His standard lunch on standard plate
And though his efforts underlie
The hope he's thought a pleasant guy,
He realises he must confess
A certain lack of real success.
The problem's he's a little meek -
He waves hello but doesn't speak,
And wonders why his "she" remained
Instead no more than vague acquaintance.
And all the girls he sees in town
Remind him why he's feeling down -
For though he still enjoys the chase
For she who has that perfect face,
He really wonders if she'd be
Enough to make him stay unfree.
But as things carry on unchanged
With all his thoughts unrearranged,
He turns to think of what's eventual -
The future's what-may-be-potential,
As thoughts verge on the existential -
So what's it all about?
DNB 7.5.99