I am overwhelmed by my own thoughts
Too busy trying to be a man in whom one can confide
A ringing in my head like fired shots
Keeps me from defining my beliefs inside
So much to contemplate and nowhere to begin
I can’t prioritize that which I do not understand
Do I believe in karma or sin?
I strive for a different concept; something grand
Any conviction I have is few and far between
So hesitant to display any certainty
All I can say is I know is what I’ve seen
Worried such reservation has fractured my reality
Then again reality means nothing when everything is relative
How can we define what matters
How do we know how to live
When can I stop climbing these ever reaching ladders?
That haunt my thoughts
Bring me peace, bring me simplicity
Bring me balance; bring me a sense of identity
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.06 seconds at 3:09pm on Nov 16, 2024 via server WEBX1.