I asked my mind what's in my heart?
It rambled round and around
Without giving me a coherent answer
I asked my friend what am I doing wrong?
He told me his own life story instead
So I'm stuck
Still in the mud
Of my very own existence
Meandering through a life
I thought was full of meaning then
Blessed with all that I wanted
Yet I'm now uncertain
With the curtain being slowly unwound
I'm standing right below
Not knowing whether I shall step
Forward or back
Wondering why the audience
No longer exists
feeling the blues?
ReplyDeleteyeah. endless slow days when you don't know whether it's all worth it sticking around, or if there's still a purpose in it.
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