I am empty,
I am sad.
Again, I miss a feeling
Of meaning.
Who am I?
How can I give more?
My pace is too slow,
I donβt do enough.
You should read more,
You have all your chores.
There is work,
There are dreams,
And there is the work
On making my dreams a reality.
Things are slowly forming to existence,
And I am clueless:
How???
Am I the one doing this?
I sail my boat at sea,
And I donβt see
Anything but the paddles
I row with.
There is land ahead,
All I have to do is keep going.
I am tired,
I am driven.
I want a hug,
But Iβm alone at sea.
All the focal points in my life
Are changing.
I donβt believe in romantic love
Any longer,
And I donβt care.
I shed a tear as I write,
Romance is dead in my heart.
All I care for is
To take care of a love
I can keep alive,
My own.
Music,
Writing,
Business.
Here I am,
An American.
My face covered in tears,
My loneliness has reappeared.
I look in the mirror and see
A beautiful woman crying,
A real woman trying.
I sometimes feel like Iβm dying,
There is no denying.
As my tears drying,
I want to start apologizing
For all the suffering caused.
I wish I could cure
All the worldβs pain,
And then
Maybe I can feel some gain.
There is so much love in me to give,
I wish I had ten hearts
And one hundred arms,
So I could hug the pain away
From everyone.
My tears are the sea I row in.
I lied,
They havenβt dried.
Even when Iβm down,
I try not to frown,
Yet I feel my words are of a clown.
Who wants to read all this
On a sunny morning filled with bliss?
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