Wondering
I thought I've passed this road before.
Everything looks just like it did once before
or maybe I never left, just took a break.
I'm wondering beggar, begging someone,
anyone to breathe life in me.
But all I get is passerby's who only stay
for a while, just to laugh at my falls.
I used to cry but now all that is left is an empty well
that I refuse to fill.
Continue down this road
see the same things both good and bad.
I thought I was saved from being this way,
from repeating this path.
But here I am trying to find meaning
into something that doesn't want to know itself.
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