Journal: Unsure
-------------------------------------------Mood: Depressed and Unsure
There are always times,
Unsure random times,
When the words to say, elude me.
There are always days,
Crazy changing days,
When the actions to make, avoid me.
In these crazy times and days
There has always been something
I could turn to, but now I feel it slipping from me.
I can barely write, or think straight
And I'm not sure what my problem is
All I know is that the happier I become
The further my emotions play to the wind.
I'm a jumble in turmoil
I'm at a loss for life's inner peace.
I feel myself scrabbling and grouping
For answers that are not mine to find
Not yet anyway.
I can't find anything I seek
And the harder I look the more I lose grasp
On all that is important to me.
I find myself depressed, and yet...
At other times I find myself extremely at ease.
What can I do to make my life a one way track?
And not a hop, skip, or a jump into conclusive makeshift absolute dilemma?
If I had the answers to my own opinionated questions I do believe that I could write a biography and solve the dilemmas of today's world.
I could be a millionaire by mistake, or a philosopher by choice. It would appear an easy task, to make philosophical statements and conclusions based upon the knowledge that many are slow to come by. The problem is and still remains, I just don't know anymore.
...Created 2008-11-17 19:32:34 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ] |
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