The world is big that I find myself in
And I am searching all of my thoughts
Those friends who have been so kind to me
And those who have made me distraught
I’ve found it better to extend oneself
Rather than make one feel unease
This ruse I learn is not much help
Reciprocity does not always appease
The weary minded and the jaded lot
Always seem to divide and use
I speak not of others, but of myself
who forgets about one’s own wretched misuse
And so my mind hungers not feeling any solace
What in this world will I do?
I’ve no claim to make, I’ve no grievance to serve
Wish only to end the anxiety I make, that only a heart finds true
What reason? What madness? What query do I leave for myself today?
Another token of my remembrances
Which haunts me and leads me astray
In these times I continue to look
For solutions that will answer my plea
I rest not on my foreboding whims
I seek only to let myself free
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