Amorphous, monotonous waiting for a change
Something to mold me to what I want to be
What I should be
Waiting for a change a reason to be
Something to make me feel new, make me feel real
Give me a reason, something to feel like I belong to be
Here in this life, here in this body, here in this world
Why do I live, if I live for nothing at all
When I live to sit here
Gazing, watching, waiting, for something to change. For me to change
I’m bearing witness to the cycle of time
The repeating line, that is this life
Laying still expectant of answers to flood my mind
Lack of clarity, understanding, waiting for something to change
Something to change
Sitting saddled with this lack of originality
Waiting for a way to escape the cycle
Waiting for a purpose to reach me
Never having the ability to find it for myself
Helpless in this wave of insomnia, this lack of rest
Stressed and searching hoping for a way to break out
When will my time come to feel like I’m needed
When will I be able to succeed in something
Live for something
Have a reason to be here
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CgtWriting
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