The turmoil of life bears down upon my weary shoulders
confusion greets me at every avenue and corner
leading me nowhere that is always somewhere I don't wish to be
where I am left waiting, always waiting,
…without ever knowing the reason why?
Strangers come and go in my life but few becoming friends
it seems the demons I have shed still linger in the minds of those that think they know me… but how can they…?
when I know not myself or of my true purpose in this life
I know only my desires…
but still know not what I truly desire…
how can I when there is so very much to desire?