THE YEARN FOR SOMETHING MORE...
Lost in my emotions, I question the core of my confusion.
The entrappement within my own body, my own soul, now defines my character.
I doubt, I ponder, I anger I cry.
Why is the liberation I seem to so despratly desire, also bring me nearer to fear?
When life's path no longer can be distinctive.
This extreme confused and depressed state of emotions has taken control.
A sense of dependency or just pure ecstacy?
Continual, yet a possibility of eternal disappointment at those who never will be all you want them to be.
Individual circumstances, relationships, delight the soul.
However, with comparision and contrast, I fall apart.
No longer can I remain trapped in youthful days of lost hope, and an esteem of a faithless soul.
Forces of morality and conscience pull me nearer and nearer with the departure of each day.
The needs of thy soul need to be nourished.
But, why is moving forward, and valuing it all, just the hardest thing?
I am not happy here. My being is not fulfilled. I am lacking something greater, something.