He has a beautiful life, they say
And everythings perfect in a way
Except that life felt superficial,
Empty everyday
Below the surface, loneliness gnawed, purpose lost
Why am I here? Where am I going?
In the dead of night, while all slept
He thrashed agonized
Praying to all that was holy
Lead me, reveal the purpose
I must surrender myself to
Living an empty shell, is tearing me in two
Time is running out
I must find a purpose
Rather than going through the motions
Living wonderful hell
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This is very true to life, wonderful write as ever 10++