It seems like all my thoughts, emotions, words
Mean nothing when I have no use for them anymore
They mean nothing as I mature
Into better, bigger things
But were does my conviction go
Were does my absolute certainty
That I know where I stand in my own mind
Flee to when I no longer feel what I am
What I was
Is right
And how do I get up from my own self
Bringing all I believe in, down
And why is there only one right way
Only one thing bigger than the rest
Is it really love
Is it faith or truth or loyalty
Is the world always hipocracy
And if none of it means anything
Will you still be here
To enjoy it while you can?
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