Stuck between the here and there,
Longing for some certainty.
‘Til when will I live and never dare;
I’m lost in my anxiety.
In which direction will life take me;
These fickle winds of fate.
Time is running out against me,
Will it ever be too late.
I have to close my eyes and dream,
For being awake in reality
Makes it even harder, it seems.
All these whats and whys confuse you,
While all their whens and hows consume you.
Our needs are wanting,
And our wants are pressing.
Will demands never cease.
Afraid of being faded,
I deny being seen as jaded.
Will some truth give it any ease.
Our structures and buildings arouse us
With egos built like the high-rise.
Paired with the natures of loathing and loneliness;
Our days are filled with captured imagery and fake paradise.
Some people yearn for that sense of freedom,
You and I both, I imagine.
Still looking forward to that paradisiacal kingdom,
Where people are unprejudiced and the unnecessary left unexamined.