Ever think you know know what you want?
Then the next day you are startled to find yourself lost.
Are the majority of us walking around confused?
Lost in a moment only to find the moment's passed.

Certainty must be written in the smallest font.
We live in search of satisfaction, but at what cost?
Striving to be pleased with the small stuff, yet confused.
Living in glass boxes hoping the last stone to cast.

Who will set me free from these thoughts that haunt?
Strange as independent I am that I long to be bossed.
Wanting someone to shake me and break me from being confused.
Hurry come claim me and please make it fast.

April 6, 2012