Why This
im feeling done
pushing forty
nothing i want
of no majority
mind making no sense
thoughts scatter
why, common sense
whats the matter
thinking is too much
desires are not
goals no such
live, I rather not
nobody listens
nor seems to care
an unknown season
becoming hard to bare
a mess feeling
kinda out there
dont know the meaning
in this moment here
Copyright © Jennifer Arnott | Year Posted 2011
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