Finding Me
I carve a path out for me
trying to make it in this soulless city
confined to a big house
aspirations seem to drag out
sitting in this pink room
trying to catch my breath at noon
This heat is making me crazy
I am not sure where I'm heading
too many questions I don't know the answers to
I have too much time on my hands
too many thoughts swirling
Is this what they call the end of the beginning?
I have no clue
Do you?
Maybe I am inching toward the madhouse
A nasty feeling
a subtle thought
and suddenly it doesn't seem so bad
this notion though does make me sad
I have yet to see, what becomes of me!
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