They say it’s never a linear process
but forever a work in progress
to have success
but I digress
because I don’t even know what that means.
Or why I feel like I’m slipping
desperately gripping
onto a sense of purpose
to understand why I’m living.
Make it make sense.
Make it make sense.
These thoughts in my head
eroding all commonsense.
I don’t get why I’m here,
living in constant fear
that I’m wasting my life
and what little time I have here.
I want to be happy
but
how can I be happy
when I don’t know what happiness is?
I want to be free
but
how can I be free
when I don’t know what freedom is?
I want to be me
but
how can I be me
when I don’t know who ‘me’ is?
Who I am,
what I am,
where I am
going.
Gone.
Life over-
gone.
A whole lifetime spent just trying to belong.
Life: be long.
I just want to belong
somewhere
that feels like home.
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