I wonder of there is something out there,
like a deity.
Sometimes I don't care.
Others I want it to set me free.
But why should it love me,
When I don't love it?
Is it even real?
Is there a story that will fit?
Sometimes curiosity is good.
But a lot of the time it's a pain.
Sometimes my heart is made of wood,
others there's blood going through my veins.
Life can be beautiful yes.
Though it may be hard to comprehend.
It can also be a mess.
Hard to find a friend.
But if someone's out there,
if someone can hear,
I'd love the gift of laughter.
But I only get the tears.
©moomla
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