when im at work im on autopilot
when im alone i turn off inside
i dont know where to go from here
its like my heart has finally found a place to hide
a space to reside that wont let me cry
and im afraid i might waste time
searching for it world wide
its not like i cant afford it
i used to think i was working so hard for the future i wanted
that future vanished and now im a little lost
and, in myself, a little dissappointed
whats next? what do i need?
a new goal? a new dream?
where do i go from here? what makes me happy?
i just dont know anymore
its like i dont know me
im a little lonely. a little sad.
i dont even know why im writing this really
....whatever
These questions are asked throughout millennia, yet there is no great answer. Irony is, why do we still bother asking the questions? I think you answered quite nicely with whatever! Nice stuff, keep it rolling.-M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Well written. A poem many can relate to