In a daze,
We stumble into our own oblivion.
The mistakes,
The misunderstandings,
And all things that render us unworthy.
Every ounce of confusion,
It marks us profoundly.
Frayed and longing,
Still we stumble.
We search for what we want,
Not comprehending what we need.
When they are the same,
We are dazed and confused once again.
Always on the turn,
Stumbling and bounding through life,
Eventually we fall.
Falling;
It’ll never stop.
Grasp for support,
Because when your world falls out from under you,
You’ll need something to hang on to.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 1:02 PM UTC
In a daze,
We stumble into our own oblivion.
The mistakes,
The misunderstandings,
And all things that render us unworthy.
Every ounce of confusion,
It marks us profoundly.
Frayed and longing,
Still we stumble.
We search for what we want,
Not comprehending what we need.
When they are the same,
We are dazed and confused once again.
Always on the turn,
Stumbling and bounding through life,
Eventually we fall.
Falling;
It’ll never stop.
Grasp for support,
Because when your world falls out from under you,
You’ll need something to hang on to.
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