Here
Like grains of sand from the hour glass
Does life pass me by.
Am I missing all the joy in life?
Running to and fro
Not knowing were to go.
Constantly homeless, no were to truly rest my head.
Countless night of restlessness not knowing what to do.
The anger at my own insecurity's, burning into a pit,
Why can't I move past this childish life?
Stuck in the same place, never one though to call my own.
rambling and babbling in a place were one hopes to be listened to.
Maybe Here I can find my place.
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