As I fumble with these pieces,
Struggling to sort it
Fit it all together,
Medicine to make it better
Treasure lost forever,
An unnamed, un-posted letter
Searching for something
A reason, a purpose
In my bed, turning
Nervousness and stomach churning
Heart burning
Mind learning
Pressing forward, experimenting
Hidden facts presenting
A purpose to live
And a purpose to die
A purpose to tell a person
Everything will be alright!
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
As I fumble with these pieces,
Struggling to sort it
Fit it all together,
Medicine to make it better
Treasure lost forever,
An unnamed, un-posted letter
Searching for something
A reason, a purpose
In my bed, turning
Nervousness and stomach churning
Heart burning
Mind learning
Pressing forward, experimenting
Hidden facts presenting
A purpose to live
And a purpose to die
A purpose to tell a person
Everything will be alright!
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