Into The Blue

Ponder Me

Ponder Me

This plethora of predicaments have raced inside my head

Which one can I fathom to ponder about next?

Should I even think of acting upon what I stir about?

Or should I cry my soul asleep by this never ending memory drought?

What will my future be?

The words last resport come screaming at me

There's no one there to yell at me, "Halt!"

The quick years will pass 

And after they hit me, it'll be my fault

Of all my solutions, this one comes bearing errors, 

It's of my late night thoughts

And all those shrieking terrors

At what point, though in time dow this maze come to close, 

On the inside I am, 

Slowly weeping, but the outside, 

There's only a pose

I look around this room and see, 

It's doesn't truly express me

Questions after questions creep to my eyes, 

There's a sign sitting in the shelf

Telling me to look into myself

I'm feeling confused . . . but don't worry, 

It's not despair

All I really want in this life

Is to leave without a care