Every part of me wishes, that was me. Every part of me wishes, that wasn't me. Up and Down. Under and Over. It seems I'll be living the topsy turling way for a while, never know if I'm coming or going. Who am I supposed to be. Where am I supposed to be going. When am I there. What am I saying or doing. How is it possible. What has been said or what am I going to say. Why am I doing it? 7 Questions I often ask my self in any situation to help see light, but at the moment I'm in a never ending black tunnel and haven't a clue when I'm coming out.
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