Problems

Problems So many problems came to me Like a sea of unbound mystery Bushwa of unoriginal thoughts Flooded my own soul with trivial sights I ve seen the minds speak all the void The void has lost it's way for words Problems become the night and day When I was young my life was fair But now I am grown, went through the pain My heart is heavy, no delight This panic, fear, pain, and dark Have wrapped their hands around my heart The voiceless voice of many counts Tells me," hang on"My dear friend We shall breath fire to the day These problems that flooded me In them I saw my destiny