I feel like an unsolved rubiks cube;
higgledy-piggledy.
Indecisive and confused,
Chaotic and muddled,
Vague and hazy.
Tongue twisted is what I feel
When someone asks;
for I can not say
anything for sure .
I am lost in the galaxy,
wandering through the forests -
I don’t know what path to take
to reach the destination set for me.
Oblivious to what I want
or what to do,
everything feels
unsure and unsteady
“It’s just a phase” is all I say .
For one day I will know,
the floor will not be unsteady
and it will be clear.
For I hold on to the hope
that one day
the rubiks cube will be solved
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
I feel like an unsolved rubiks cube;
higgledy-piggledy.
Indecisive and confused,
Chaotic and muddled,
Vague and hazy.
Tongue twisted is what I feel
When someone asks;
for I can not say
anything for sure .
I am lost in the galaxy,
wandering through the forests -
I don’t know what path to take
to reach the destination set for me.
Oblivious to what I want
or what to do,
everything feels
unsure and unsteady
“It’s just a phase” is all I say .
For one day I will know,
the floor will not be unsteady
and it will be clear.
For I hold on to the hope
that one day
the rubiks cube will be solved
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