A Dollar Out of Fifteen Cents

Wrote this about dating out of my social class in college

It’s late at night
And I’m thinking of you
What could have been
Seems to coincide
With what I want
Another lost love
In another endless eternity
Waiting for my selfish chance
To steal you from your destiny
And put you into my world of drudgery
I’ll still see you
In my life and my mind
But I must know
Things will never be the same again