Here I go once more, asking why I'm still not sure, what I'm here for, logic out the door, with my confidence left pour, as these days I endure, fall in the holes my emotions dig and bore, my life could be different for sure like I said before. A statement I've come to deplore. And do my best to ignore. I implore to myself to fight through the frontlines of my war. Find what my life has always had in store far from its normal demor. I'm ready for my life to find something else to explore.
If I'm stuck in the same old doubt, from my "Day By Day" spoken spout I previously wrote about, and it's just as stout as my last words spelled out, maybe I should pick a different route, far from the same old world thats known to account for its emptyness and insignificance at no amount. I know I'd be much better without.
I shouldn't have to be, so unhappily, behind a mask of my torn souls debris but feel completely, with the reflection who looks back at me, why does it feel emotionally drifted away from contents company. Living shouldn't be a fantasy, harmony isnt known expensively. Wouldnt you agree? Then why has it not yet come to me. When will I be in the reality of transparency and feel every part of life that naturally is given complementary. I hope I wont have to continue to a part three of this poetry and it wont become a trilogy of tragedy for me.
And I find the deeper meaning the chapters in my story from "Day By Day" i still find my way.
©justin_ur
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