There is too much in this mind i care not to share
with the others, friends, i speak of,
Struggle for greatness but to no end, it never ends,
a lost dream, forgotten passions,
Glance at something new on the horizon,
Happy? a simple life you say? not so bad does this sound to these ears,
try hard, sweat dripping like blood from the heart, unbelievable sights,
Fluttering images of something new and without pain of suffer, a tear,
for my passion is self loathed and does not so merit the reward,
With and without choice is this strange feeling, obscure words from the silver tongue serpents called friends of this, putrid ridicule for attempts suggested, leading this to only voices in the head, calling Screaming in all directions, try hard one says, focus on the flow of your hollow music says the other,
I can not feel for they take it all and leave this with nothing, a virus of the mind, forever looping out of control in perfectly balanced chaos without meaning, without direction, hope, guidance or love.
Simply Lost.