I know that I’m trying
I know what I feel
I don’t want to see one
But it’s there so I will deal
Arc across the aether
Among the other stars
There they pine for the moon
And touch one million hearts
I don’t care what’s better
Or if I’m the only one
So I don’t see the rainbows
I’ll just blot out the sun
I was told the learned men
Are troubled all their lives
Seen my sword of Damocles
Its just a butter knife
They all loved that about me
I was so annoyed
You’re all seeking everything
I just hope for joy
I’ll tell you all you need to know
Why I’m so incensed
All the colors in this world
I am so depressed
About the Creator
H. R. Nelson
As someone who has always struggled with finding out who exactly he was, writing is so much more than just putting words on a page. It is allowing myself to truly feel like something worthwhile exists from my efforts. That I do belong.
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