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In This Life
In this life, I try to shine.
In my spirit, body, and mind.
North, then east, then west, then south.
Headed to nowhere, with a tasteless mouth.
Blow after blow, day after day.
There’s not one place I ever stay,
But it seems I never get away.
I’m so troubled and tired, like an over grown oak tree.
Laying under my sheets trying to break free.
Trying to forget what I hear, think, or see.
So much has changed, yet so much is the same.
Different pictures developed, stuck behind broken glass of a worn frame.
The present now just seems like an illusion of my past.
A terrible joke I’ve played on myself, to think I’d actually last.
Bones I’d thought healed in a cast are weak and decaying fast.
Love I was feeling didn’t belong to my heart.
I was betrayed, no one was there from the start.
Never had potential, there’s no talent in my art.
My entire existence is torn apart.
