Thoughts of a Confused Soul
There are so many things that are happening to me right now. I don't even know where to begin, so it's better off left within my mind and not expressed verbally. In time, the confusion can either clear or worsen . . . which side will prevail, well, consider it to be a flip of the coin. In one hand, I have the dreams and goals of my own. The other holds the wishes and fate of dreams of people whom I hold closely. What should I do? Which path is worth more creating?
Should I give up on some of my dreams and wishes? The greatest of them all will be the hardest and life-altering. What if I cannot have what I truly desire, and am only holding on to an empty thought? Only the rare few who have experienced it would understand the need to achieve this desire - a desire summed up in a single word - love. What makes it so important?
Questing for such a desire is to put death upon one's wishes. We cannot control it; we cannot foresee it. And so we do what we feel is right in order to put an effort to this search - trial and error. The best one can receive through this is a better understanding of oneself - and heartache. In the meantime, it's fun and exciting until one realizes it's not what was fully expected, and so that person moves on, leaving behind a hurt and untrusting individual.
With that being said, where should I go? Should I hold on to the dream I have, or am I forced to let it become a mere thought of the past? If I do release my thoughts and dreams, will it return to haunt me? Being stuck in the middle with no direction chews me away constantly, but if I'm not shown the way, should I force a path, no matter the consequence? How much happiness will that bring? All great things are worth waiting for, and so I wait, and wait. Usually the person who waits knows the outcome beforehand, and so has that thought as a motivator. What happens when the outcome is censored? Where should I find comfort then? I am reaching out for help, but no hand seems to be reaching for me in return. My plea echoes, and yet he chooses to stay silent.
I want to know his dreams; I want to hear all his thoughts; I want to become whole with he who understands and is my better half. To achieve this, I need to understand his wishes. I am a rock along an ocean shore - with each new tide I am slowly withering. My heart's glow grows dimmer with every battle of the shadows of reality.
Whenever you are ready, I'm always listening. Restore my being.
These are the thoughts of a confused soul . . .
Should I give up on some of my dreams and wishes? The greatest of them all will be the hardest and life-altering. What if I cannot have what I truly desire, and am only holding on to an empty thought? Only the rare few who have experienced it would understand the need to achieve this desire - a desire summed up in a single word - love. What makes it so important?
Questing for such a desire is to put death upon one's wishes. We cannot control it; we cannot foresee it. And so we do what we feel is right in order to put an effort to this search - trial and error. The best one can receive through this is a better understanding of oneself - and heartache. In the meantime, it's fun and exciting until one realizes it's not what was fully expected, and so that person moves on, leaving behind a hurt and untrusting individual.
With that being said, where should I go? Should I hold on to the dream I have, or am I forced to let it become a mere thought of the past? If I do release my thoughts and dreams, will it return to haunt me? Being stuck in the middle with no direction chews me away constantly, but if I'm not shown the way, should I force a path, no matter the consequence? How much happiness will that bring? All great things are worth waiting for, and so I wait, and wait. Usually the person who waits knows the outcome beforehand, and so has that thought as a motivator. What happens when the outcome is censored? Where should I find comfort then? I am reaching out for help, but no hand seems to be reaching for me in return. My plea echoes, and yet he chooses to stay silent.
I want to know his dreams; I want to hear all his thoughts; I want to become whole with he who understands and is my better half. To achieve this, I need to understand his wishes. I am a rock along an ocean shore - with each new tide I am slowly withering. My heart's glow grows dimmer with every battle of the shadows of reality.
Whenever you are ready, I'm always listening. Restore my being.
These are the thoughts of a confused soul . . .