Wandering
Religiously wandering
Lost in my own despair
Searching the world
For the God I needed there
Through a growing darkness
It all became so clear
My lifes a cliché
Supported by fear
Lost hope marks my thoughts
Drives all I do
Will it all be worth it
When this life is through?
My pasts a platform
From which I dive
Into the unknown future
But still I strive.
The seat of complacency
Molded to my thighs
Is growing lonely
Deprived of my sighs
Left to my own devices
I know now I will live,
But how much will I take
And will I have anything to give?















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