Monday, April 14, 2014

Monday morning limbo

Will I always be a searcher
Never quite finding myself
Forever digging for peace
Always doubting myself

The easy uneasiness creeps in
Yet tranquility seems so close
Yet so far, so far away
Time to medicate, time for a dose

If he seemed to have it all
And yet he was as lost as they come
Could it be that we also just don't know

How well we have it as well
What could be so bad
How could life hurt that much
Am I asking you or him
or me, could I be that out of touch

why yes, yes I can.