No ways
-I often wonder what purpose is
Is it that quality of life which spurs us into action
Or is it that which tells us what we must do
I wonder how I can deserve a place amongst those who I despise
And step into the acceptance of others
I am rather like a nomad
A jagged nomad in my own psychosocial surroundings
Constant wandering, is that my fate
All the while at rest with respect to the observers
They are growing into enigmatic ideals
Worshiping the image that was thrown at them
(to inspire devotion and induce worship)
My shadow is thrown upon a white wall
It is very much a reflection of my personal queries
I often wonder what my purpose in your life is
To be that quality of life which makes you smile
Or to direct you to the path which leads home again
I wonder how I can deserve a place beside you, whom I despised
And step out of my own shadow
Yes, I am a nomad in constant peril of mental distress
It is to be expected at this point of our story
But for now I will rest a while
And upon these white walls I will paint a new story
More beautiful and glorious than ever before
And we shall see if I will wander again
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