My Id and my Ego,
are so far apart.
My brain's so scattered,
where do I start?
Confusion reighns rampant,
misguiding my soul.
I know that I am seeking,
something so much more.
What it is I seek?
who only knows.
I guess that just,
goes to show.
How life is a cruel,
and awful, sadistic game.
Waiting for you,
in the pouring rain.
Icy shards of air,
pierce my lungs as I try to breathe.
Just give me something ,
good to believe.
In moments of doubt,
when I'm all alone.
I look within myself,
to find my own home.
What's that you say?
how can this be?
feelings that border,
on total insanity.
Feeling so beautiful,
but failing to see.
The esscence of the soul,
deep inside of me.
Alone in my thoughts,
as I always am.
I love the looks,
that I get from Man.
Is that so very,
wrong of me?
Is there something ,
that I fail to see?
Striving to find,
illuminated thought.
Love that can not be,
paid for or bought.
Shake it off,
breathe and go on.
Searching the moments,
to find my song.
Love and lust,
in it's rawness and splendor.
those feelings,
I'll never surrendor.
I miss that passion,
the heat, the grace.
I wonder if I ,
can keep up this pace.
Written By:Ruth Anna Brown-Weems
Copy Right, All Rights Reserved
October 28th, 2006
