aimless, searching, lost
where was my once solid ground?
was security my cost?
The cost to live as I choose
but I live without feeling of joy
and it seems I am just a muse
in the worlds great ploy
Emptiness reaps my being
coldness strikes me with boldness
and good thoughts I am not conceiving
once again I am left in distress
I will say I learned from this
I will do better next time round
but there must be something I missed
because still there is not solid ground
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