Et Cetera

I thought that here I would have friends.
I thought that here my life would bend.
I thought my path was shown to me.
I thought my soul just might be free.
I thought my mind would grow lots more.
I thought I knew the reasons for
My entrance through this far-off door.

I thought that "friend" meant pleasantly
Enjoying others' company.
I thought that love meant being true
From you to me and me to you.
I thought that we would go have fun
Out there in this hot summer sun,
But why, then, does this room hold one?

I thought that they would tell me when.
I thought I'd know and we would then
Go out with all of us as one
And wander 'round and get stuff done.
I thought about just what might be.
I thought about useless pity.
But why...why did they not tell me?

I thought that maybe loneliness
Had gone for 'least a few months' bliss
E'en though there's one that I here miss.
If so, then why do I write this?

I thought that here I'd have no woe,
But alas, it must not be so
For here I am...and there they go.