is there a cure to find what I’m looking for
I have been searching on this never-ending road to find something I can call my home
I’m trying to find a cure to find happiness
I’m trying to find a cure and the sadness
but right now I’m going round and round in circles
I’m trying to be the best version of myself but it’s a long climb and I realise it will just take a long time
but sometimes I feel like I don’t have it in me to find what i am looking for so is there a cure?
About the Creator
dana may
a poet and i do know it
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic6 days ago in Fiction
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