Doubts
Is there a light at the end of the tunnel?
Where can I find it?
What to do with this heart-sickening?
Let it suffering for being part of life or soften their suffering with irreversible acts?
Worth living?
How can we take life so seriously since there will live it?
When it all will end?
Once again in my boring monologue in the dawn alone, I realize that there aren't many outputs.
That we can't have what we want, that there aren't a person entirely happy.
I Stop, think, write,
And really expose what I feel in a whirlwind of words stunned exits a bruise heart, while ordinary people lead their poor lives following the patterns and trends that society imposes on them to be taken as sociable.
Well, it is already late, and there is nothing more to do... Not even sleep.
Where can I find it?
What to do with this heart-sickening?
Let it suffering for being part of life or soften their suffering with irreversible acts?
Worth living?
How can we take life so seriously since there will live it?
When it all will end?
Once again in my boring monologue in the dawn alone, I realize that there aren't many outputs.
That we can't have what we want, that there aren't a person entirely happy.
I Stop, think, write,
And really expose what I feel in a whirlwind of words stunned exits a bruise heart, while ordinary people lead their poor lives following the patterns and trends that society imposes on them to be taken as sociable.
Well, it is already late, and there is nothing more to do... Not even sleep.
Author: Dan Oak
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