I feel nothing,
At the same time
I feel everything
Without purpose or plan
I wonder, why?
Everything I try goes awry
Unable to fit in
I keep to myself
Set a goal
Find a way, not to lose control.
Why does it never feel right?
This feeling in my guts,
It's sinking,
Sometimes it's all feel like, too much
The fog appears, making nothing clear
Thoughts get lost, moving too
fast
Can't keep track, wondering through
Doors in my head too many broken.
No way to open
Don't know where I can go.
But with a little endurance,
I see a golden door
All my scars have been washed.
I found myself in Utopia,
Surrounded by clear sky,
Thoughts are running like insane,
And
I am crying for the moon,
I have got in my hand.
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