I've caught myself time after time and again Some "quirkiness" held onto for some kind of gain A logic that ultimately makes no true sense But "seems" to have reason, some recompense I rationalize my way out of everything... Why do this or do that, what worth will it bring? To wake up, to get up, showered and clean Drink coffee, scan news, feed the cat, what's it mean? Each day just another new struggle to find What makes sense of my life, what value my mind? Not curing cancer, not making a dent Growing tired of day-to-day life I have spent And for what? So that I may say, "I'm still here?" What purpose, my living, when it's all too clear That I'm just surviving for reasons unknown Yet to be seen, is my place on some throne So I live just to live because deaths not prestigious Don't get me wrong...I'm still somewhat religious Life is so precious, life has such meaning So why am I often so purposeless leaning? I know I have value, I know I have worth But still I can't find my true place on this earth And when I'm in pain it just makes it much worse So I rationalize everything...just call it some curse And decide to do NOTHING with all that I'm given And God knows I know that is no way of living!Birth sign: Pisces
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