All of this leaving
has got me depleting
pathetically pleading
for Life with a better meaning
and,
I'm tragically bleeding
from what I am seeing
who do I believe in
is love defeated
will life gain its meaning
if truth lifts through the ceiling.
What about this social anxiety
creeping inside of me
taking my soul from me
taking control of me,
will I have a reason
not to cut the cord
before the story is told
and have my life unfold.
They say they are witnessing the birth of a goat,
but I know I won't float
I've got a hole in my boat
because I lost all hope
taking society's role
that I do not own
because I had no scope
for Life of my own
but I wanted a home.