No Idea
What was planned for me what is my purpose after all
I have no idea
I'm a deer with no eyes
What dose the future have install
I have some many question for myself
One day i will have the answers
Who am i trying to fool myself or even you i have no answers
Tired so tired
Is it true idle hands are the devils playground
For i have been idling way to long
Or am i just numb
Where do i see myself in five years staring at these same four walls
Or can i be free from the thoughts that consume my day
Do i dare venture out
Or stay here where it all make sense only to me
Yesterday i went out the front door
But i returned straight away through the back
The grass felt so soft under my feet
I sleep most of the day i prefer the night
Do you ever just sit an listen to the night
But believe it or not i'm scared of the dark
I plan to leave my fortress for one hour next week
Or maybe the week after that
Am i crazy or just content
The world moves so fast can i run fast enough
So what was planned for me what is my destiny
poem by GJC boyle
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