I thought I had all the answers
I thought I knew the way
Thought I was something special
Lost in a blinded haze
Now I'm waking up
Not sure what to do
My poetic passion I pursued
Is drowning with no love or a muse
A boy lost from the truth  misdirected construed frustrated abused
By his tormenting brain of a ruin
A battlefield has uprooted
Tossing and turning in his sleep
He hasn't seen her in his dreams
Feels like his purpose has no means