Finding out what matters
Is leaving you in tatters
Me, myself, and I,
Is what I must rely,
It’s not me
It doesn’t come naturally
This pursuit, this longest
Route
So many years
So many tears
Is there anything more demeaning
To want hardship to have meaning?

Take this pain, as a token
To trust the heart, is to be broken
The mind alone, sets you in motion

There’s still places, I’d like to see,
People I’d still really like to
be,

A hundredth chance; in theory,
I really love
humanity,

But there’s a voice, in my head,
And it says everyone wants you
dead,

It doesn’t matter, where you’ve
been,
You can never go home
again,

What’s the point, no one will
tell,
They’d rather see you live in
hell

Tried to open up
Nobody wants to listen
Back inside again

Focus, here and now,
Breathing in and out; buts and
What-ifs come and go.

Patiently waiting
There, in the next world, where you
See all coming things.

Feeling warm again:
Clouds, making way for fresh light;
wheels will turn themselves