Empty and mysterious, the hole in my heart.
Hungry and curious, the mind from the start.
The juggling of thoughts, the tightrope of emotions,
Is life just a circus of my conflicting notions?
If passion is purpose, and pursuit comes within,
How hollow and bare, the depths under skin
If life is lived as time passes by,
Am I but a soul that lives to die?
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
Empty and mysterious, the hole in my heart.
Hungry and curious, the mind from the start.
The juggling of thoughts, the tightrope of emotions,
Is life just a circus of my conflicting notions?
If passion is purpose, and pursuit comes within,
How hollow and bare, the depths under skin
If life is lived as time passes by,
Am I but a soul that lives to die?