Perpetual thoughts in my head, questioning if I’ll ever become fitting
I try to believe in the idea of holding onto life
But it’s been so long
I’m afraid the mystery in it all is gone
There, even, in my mind, lays a clock of time
Leaving me to wonder sometimes
I worry, I question
If at all, there is an ally
I worry, I question
So I look up to the sky.
With all the mystery gone
Was it misery all along?
It’s been so long,
But I sure am holding on, hoping I’ll move on.
