I find my self more and more
questioning my reasons for opening which door.
Writing poems that no one will read,
taking pictures no one will see,
speaking truths that no one will heed,
and looking for someone
that no one
can be.
My hands are tired
my body's racked
my thoughts defy my sanity
still if I wake
I will suffer the fate
and smile as I sleep
when I dream
questioning my reasons for opening which door.
Writing poems that no one will read,
taking pictures no one will see,
speaking truths that no one will heed,
and looking for someone
that no one
can be.
My hands are tired
my body's racked
my thoughts defy my sanity
still if I wake
I will suffer the fate
and smile as I sleep
when I dream
and we still feeling no matter what
wondering how this could be possible
and then a new brand day comes out
and we go through it