Chasing a Unicorn
I need to get a box to hold the pieces of my life together. Because they're falling out of place awfully fast. Every day I look into the mirror and ask myself, how much longer can all this possibly last?
Does it even really matter anymore?
It seems like the more I try the harder I fail.
So why not just ignore my problems?
It's so easy to pretend that they are not there.
I close my eyes and just keep running,
But where ever I go, there they wait.
Should I lose my life, or take one?
Tell me what difference would it make.
I tire of this endless struggle, especially while the consequences keep building up.
By the time it's finally over I will have succeeded
At once again royally ing up.
I stop to backtrack my fading footprints,
Looking for where I wandered off.
All I ever wanted was to be happy...
I guess happiness lies further off than I thought.
I slowly lost my faith
Joy I now believe is just a myth.
I've searched my entire life and have found nothing. Like chasing a Unicorn-
They don't exist!
Copyright © Dustin Petersen | Year Posted 2024
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