Here I am, at the confusing cross roads of
life, once again
Doing nothing to mitigate my lingering pain
I have lost the drive to thrive
And I have lost the fervour to soar
As though my wings are severed and my
spirit, caged
I seem to aspire for no more
My zest has died down and my temper,
unraged
My best is no longer there…
I have searched for it everywhere
My pride is broken and my grounding, shaken
Just nothing seems to be left in me... all
is taken
So how do I pick myself from the dust
And where do I go to regain my lost trust
A hand is all I need to emerge from this
void hole
And perhaps a gentle nudge to reassure my
cold soul
Both these should come from within me
So that I am solely responsible for whom I
ought to be
