I need an antedote
To cure my desire
A need to be accepted
A metal to the fire.
To refine and sharpen,
A sword that is once mighty.
Aligning my bearings
Debts that was once empty.
Yes, I am empty.
I realized I am a lost man,
Striving badly in a jungle,
Of misery and expectations,
Actualizations,
Theories i suppose to give
Than to choke
And I am fed
By my own pride
While wandering
And seeking for the light
Half dead, struggling
Grasping. Enough.