Not ready

So many indecisive decisions
got me pondering and wishing
that I wasn't in this situation.
My heart's not set,
but what is set
when the stage isn't set
for the scenes with the silhouettes
of dreams of love
and precious time spent with that one...
I'm not ready to walk and talk
Talk and walk
about our lives and what we want
getting closer as words exchange
talking in close range...
but my life isnt ready for that change
I wish to be alone and have my space
but is it what I really want?
Or do I just want a nice toy to flaunt?
I'm just not ready,
for wounds and scars
and nights under the stars
I just wanna be free to choose
hoping there's nothing left to lose
I wish that my wish,
would come out on a dish
And be prepared to me as I please
But then I wish I knew
what I wanted to wish
See I'm a bit confused
on what I want to choose
See, I'm just not ready
And I wish I wasn't heading
To a scene with silhouettes
Of dreams of love
And time spent with that one
Looking at stars from above...