Most times we are sure
What we're feeling's pure
By the way we care
By the way we stare
Uncertainty is a shadow
Our mind's ocean shallow
Sometimes it swims across
And find questions that are supposed to be lost
Where do I belong?
Inside familiar arms?
Is this just a parody?
Of my supposed to be reality?
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
Most times we are sure
What we're feeling's pure
By the way we care
By the way we stare
Uncertainty is a shadow
Our mind's ocean shallow
Sometimes it swims across
And find questions that are supposed to be lost
Where do I belong?
Inside familiar arms?
Is this just a parody?
Of my supposed to be reality?
We are always sure of what we are feeling because it is our own feelings. But sometimes im sure people ask themselves if its really for sure? Or maybe it just feels right cuz we are used to it?
