Meanings that switch, off and on
Circling around my head,
Pulling at every limb
Separating my joints,
my tendons over-stretched.
As much as this world pulls me apart
My soul stays intact.
The hurt lingers on,
What purpose do I hold?
Who will accompany me through this anxiety-filled, questionable life?
Will my morals, my dreams continue to fill my brain
my heart, my actions?
Or will I forever be alone, hoping to meet someone to share these things with?
Will I settle with conforming?
My beliefs, stored away in a dusty box, in the back of the attic of my mind?
No, my conscious will never let me live that way... I will always be searching,
always be waiting, unless I find what I know I want.
I'll just get used to waiting.