I am beginning to doubt the meaning Of quite a few things I cannot understand where I stood Last night when I sat in the bathroom Thinking things over and yet Not really thinking things Sat in bed and still could make no sense Yet I am serene and peaceful It is making that long journey With but the road for company so far Imagining conversations with myself Or is it true As it seems so real to me Some say it could be instinct Maybe Trying to figure out the meaning of the vast expanse It is a scary thought to start Not very tangible visions so far The forge is on fire, I'll make another day, And another week and another year, In the end I managed to close that book for good now Succeeded with ease finally To bury what I had to, Somehow it still makes no sense In a funny twist, Someway it seems to be The same thing matters All will make sense in due Until then we just need To feed the fire.
Reason for writing:
It will all make sense in the end, until then, I wait.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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