Walk Beside Me
Maybe my words don’t hold the meaning I made-out for them to be. Wishful thinking; leaving my mind racing past sanity, while twisting and bending to find any truth or evidence of what I need to be true. Could I just be living a life parallel to the next man standing? How do I know the difference between hope and truth anymore? I don’t remember how it felt to know which road leads to my set destination, or which brick supports the entire wall. Should anything ever be just settling, or always a fight for the best of things? If so, where am I and what do I want anymore? So many questions left unanswered; left alone. I want to live life on the edge of my seat; but I feel like someone has put a seat belt on me this time. I’m not happy anymore away, or here. I’m left searching for my tiny piece of salvation, but what’s left for me to discover that will satisfy my hunger? Life’s got it’s gun to my head, and it’s waiting for someone to say the word and watch me hit the ground. I wish I could still feel anything, I’m left sending all my nerves into a numb sensation. Where is all the meaning hidden? Then again, perhaps this is just another attempt to question myself, sending me into confusion and back to where I started. No one will ever know me, unless I know who I am myself. I’ve always wanted to share myself with someone. The walk home is always so much longer, when you walk it alone.