I kind of wonder what I want,
but only seem to know what I don't want.
I don't know what I need yet don't know my needs.
I'm lost in a sea of uncertainty awash with the waves of distrust.
Once in a while I see a beacon like a lighthouse in the dark only to be smashed upon the rocks.
I plan my demise.
The rope the tree the "I told you so".
When I see my children's face and can only be humbled to endure more pain.
You may think it's an exit a bridge to infinity.
It isn't its a road to oblivion.
Now I must sleep and hope for a better tomorrow.