I will laugh and smile
and tell you what I know
you want to hear
That it’s all figured out
and I’m happy
and everything is clear
So I won’t say what you don’t
want to know
That in all of this
I fear
I have nowhere left to go.
I leave anyone who glimpsed
the inner me
to a life of seeking
those who might see
but in the end
the thing that seems clear
is I don’t know where I go from here
it is a wall I face
that lonely barren wall
and I huddle alone
as I always have through it all
why is it always this?
Wouldn’t it be better to not exist at all?
Could I not at least claim the earth as my home?
Could not it’s gentle arms hold me,
rock me, and not let go?
-les’nspired
