Never An Answer
The time is now,
but why does it feel like
i am praying catch up with everythingG?
hopes that once were on fire are now
doused by the lack of effort.
maintaining a certain image
all for the benefit of others,
but this is me,
i scream.
surrounded by things that matter,
things that are real.
people would kill to be where others are. surrounded by things that matter,
things that are real.
questions arise quicker than
i could ever answer.
a place in your heart is all i ever wanted, wishing something would stick.
pen to paper, a simple task that requires a thought.
so deep, so profound, no one would believe.
