Constantly I try to make sense of my world-- And always by looking at others. Confusion a demon yet often a hope That broadens my mind...widens my scope Often times only to bring about pain Contradicting the peace I had hoped to gain Learning not so much about "myself"...my needs But that indulgence, will always plant the seeds Of a weed, or a poison I had not intended Of a voice or a creed not meant to be sended And always I look sometimes inward or out Sometimes happy or sad I know nothing about Because if I knew all I'd be bored half to death Yet then knowing not much I would lose my breath One day up one day down my head spinning around Simply trying to find some hallowed ground Not too this not too that as I tend to my mat Waking up every day without a true say I have sat Only to figure that I am no bigger than that That of a mention that of an intention... A brat!
Reason for writing:
Just thoughts.
Birth sign: Pisces
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