THIS PATH I'M ON
I have a lot to live for but nothing to die for,
I have a lot to kill but nothing to kill for
What I'm trying to say is,
I have dreams to achieve but no aim to get there.
I want a lot but have nothing to give.
I need a lot but have nothing to bring.
I think a lot but have nothing to say.
I live but have nothing to live for.
But what's the aim of all these when I no goals to achieve
I wish I could be more focused but I also hate wishing because it reminds me of how powerless I am at making decisions that could well change my life.
I want to give up but I haven't even started anything yet.
Maybe I'm overthinking,
Maybe I'm overreacting,
Maybe I'm just right on point.
Is my life worthless?
Does my existence mean nothing?
Or am I just in a rut that I can't get out of?
These things keep wandering in my thoughts,
Like a stranger in a great desert,
But apparently I am that stranger,
And am on the verge of death surrounded by this vast sands of thoughts with no rescue in sight.
Who'll save me from my thoughts when no one can see them?
Who'll pick me up from where I'm drowning in dry, scorching sand?
Will my thoughts be the end of me?
Or will it be a new birth?
I know I don't sound convincing.
That's because I don't feel convinced either.
Anyways I guess I'll find the answers to these questions at the end of my road.
Till then, I don't think I'll ever understand THIS PATH I'M ON.