Confusion
Night time stars are twinkling and rain drops are falling, what is my special calling? I ponder on what makes me so great, and now my head aches. I ponder and I wonder what it could be, but it is still a blank picture I see. I do not see me as others do, I try my best to be good hearted and true. Is there a love or a purpose out there for me that of I am unaware, I squint my eyes and to the horizon I stare. Nights leave and a new day appears, words of appreciation are nice to hear. Green grass and blue skies, alot of whens and why's. I seek the the wisdom to find what I am searching for, a window will open when you close a door. My brain is full of questions and no clear answers in sight, I think of butterflies and unicorns when I try to sleep at night. Oh twinkling stars and drops of rain, comfort my confusion and heal my pain.
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