Living in a question mark called life,
Wandering here and there in strife,
Wondering why I feel the need to care.
So why do I feel so unaware?
Poetry comes, Poetry goes,
I guess the heart knows,
Why I am the way I am.
Why are emotions held behind a dam?
Why looking forward, and looking back,
How do I know what should be my knack?
How could I have missed those things I should hold dear,
Why do I find myself looking back alone, in a mirror.
To see beyond the clouds of today,
The gusty gale driving me away.
Where am I supposed to stay?
Why can't someone just say "Hey?"
I find myself writing here.
A normal person looking to hear
A sound of more than just a piano,
A sound of an angel I want to know.
My demise should be so clear,
I've searched far and near,
and with this fear,
I am here.
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