The Wonderer
How did I get to this place in my life
Were there only seems to be dead ends
Were depending on others seem to be
A lost cause were ever thing is a question mark
Were the thought of the day is I should not have
Done this our that
Its getting old the half stepping
The finger pointing the blaming
Tired of the back and forth
Time is slipping away once its gone
No way of getting it back
I feel lost in the since
Of no return
I ask my self were is the door
So that I can open it and stand
Were the grass is greener on the out side
Looking in with the doors closed
And the windows open
Waiting for a chance to escape
The sobs hiding inside
That cry for help but no one is there
So I ask how did I get to this place in my life
Am I getting punish for my past mistakes
Am I feeling sorry for my self
Did I do this to my self
Somewhere I hold the keys
To soon to tell when ill get to use them
For now I guess ill keep wondering
Copyright © Mirian Parrilla Garcia | Year Posted 2013
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