I never realized my opportunities
Such ideas never drove down here
Instead I received the never pleasant
Never caught a hint in my eyes
Never caught a taste worth tasting
Never felt satisfied and at ease
Eased in the sense of diseased
It must have been a lack of food
Mal nourishment highlighted my days
Oh, they were the shiniest ones
Don`t get me wrong all along
Misunderstandings you undergo
Every day was I physically fed
Those other senses- underdeveloped
My entire life, merely underdeveloped
Yet the mind felt so overdeveloped
Did that make me middle developed?
Middle of the road, average, the throng
I don`t think that frame of mind exists
Looking back, I touch disillusionment
It pampers me, takes me in as its own
I, unsure of what went down at the life
Unaware of the truth I have sought
I`ve searched for all too long
Only positive of the wrongs
How I was wrong, we stood all wrong
A single heap of dismayed disease
I`m never going back
I don`t think that frame of mind exists |
Submission Name: Moulting
