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