its all the same.
if you flip through my pages,
its all the same.

repetitive thoughts,
behaviours,
endevours and dreams.

pulling petals off daisies
asking the fabled question
to whoever my latest victim is

or am i the victim
i always seem to think i am
a broken piece of a puzzle i wont be able to put together

i dont ask for much
except for that one grand thing
that i wont settle for
i deserve more
i deserve more than more

my story
is waiting
for you.