What I want
I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what is wrong.
Maybe life is as it is, maybe I should sing a song.
Crawling through the paths of others, often find being lost,
I have plenty ‘I would rather ‘, but I’d sooner skip the cost.
Mimicking the jaded feelings, to be honest, I don’t care.
All that matters is my mission, hence I’m living on a tear.
Apathy is not an option, I have plenty left to teach,
Reach throughout every challenge, till I’m found in a ditch.
Maybe answers wait for me, maybe this is the right answer,
Maybe I forgot to be who I am – a playful prancer.
Or perhaps the world is right, to disturb is not my moxie.
Toxic, rather orthodoxy, epilepsy isn’t sexy,
Even if it’s purely mental, lost in thought or even gentle,
Pure and never judgmental, because this is how it is.
Time to roll it back to peace.
That’s the bliss that I desire.
Fire, brimstone, words of liars only bother me of late.
Or perhaps, this is my fate.
