Truth
I am a lost soul,
standing alone.
Time is running out,
but I am still holding on.
This is the real me; not willing to give up,
even though I have nowhere to go.
Within one's eyes,
it is mine, not anybody else's fault.
I remember feeling zoned,
surrounded by empty space.
As I take one last look,
my memory is fading.
The innocence is no longer there
as I pray for stability, or eternal rest.
I long for completion,
or that hidden treasure.
The desire is out of control as I head for departure,
this is not my dream world.
standing alone.
Time is running out,
but I am still holding on.
This is the real me; not willing to give up,
even though I have nowhere to go.
Within one's eyes,
it is mine, not anybody else's fault.
I remember feeling zoned,
surrounded by empty space.
As I take one last look,
my memory is fading.
The innocence is no longer there
as I pray for stability, or eternal rest.
I long for completion,
or that hidden treasure.
The desire is out of control as I head for departure,
this is not my dream world.
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