Sometimes you just sit all day long wondering about yourself....The birds do not chirp,
The Sun don't shine,
The wind doesn't blow,
Its all low
Its all numb
Its all so cold yet your thoughts don't seem to freeze.
The walls stop speakin to you,
and you keep wondering this new.
Glancing outside the window you search for the dust,
to assure a person walked by must.
Trying hard to emancipate,
the struggle continues......
the warpath continues......
Not about winning or loosing.
Just about feeling right.... finding solace for your inner turbulence.
Calling out loud to hear the cry
Asking each minute as why
Holding on strong enough to try
To be ME, till i die!!!
