Living In Exile

I never did felt belonged I never really do have the need From most everything I’m always gone For I know... nothing is forever to keep Of times to fuel despair With time to ascertain uncertainties Yet be nothing to compare For that change to remain in broken sanities To be exactly lying is true A nature we gotten to be good at To be lied to... if you knew Yet to know... have you that certainty to be glad? And one day we shall turn No matter the prevention to endure Too careful yet unlearned Have you grown to be pure? Changing for the better of times to keep Don’t everything in time... feels gone? Thoughts presented with circumstances for a need Yet... when did everything truly belong?