Free Will
Wounded beyond a subconscious pendulum,
hurt beyond belief.
I cry like a banshee’s tormented soul,
Lord, can you end my grief?
Confused beyond a shining maze,
mirrors that look like fog.
Can hardly see, through all the haze.
Feeling worse than a stray, rabid dog.
The fears inside my superego,
are more than my thoughts can bare.
Contradictory to everyone,
forgetting about the stares.
Thoughtful to everyone else’s heart,
is there a thought for mine?
I cry devoted to do my part,
but, life mocks me every time.
Learned from everyone who made mistakes.
Yet situations seem the same.
So am I doing the wrong thing too?
Or is fate, the one to blame?
12/3/03 - 2:29
hurt beyond belief.
I cry like a banshee’s tormented soul,
Lord, can you end my grief?
Confused beyond a shining maze,
mirrors that look like fog.
Can hardly see, through all the haze.
Feeling worse than a stray, rabid dog.
The fears inside my superego,
are more than my thoughts can bare.
Contradictory to everyone,
forgetting about the stares.
Thoughtful to everyone else’s heart,
is there a thought for mine?
I cry devoted to do my part,
but, life mocks me every time.
Learned from everyone who made mistakes.
Yet situations seem the same.
So am I doing the wrong thing too?
Or is fate, the one to blame?
12/3/03 - 2:29
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