Perilous
Being lost in a chaotic world.
I am nothing but a servant to life,
A life that is completed with strife.
I reach out and cannot find the grasp,
Of this life with a movable hasp.
Where do I turn? Where do I go?
Nothing is complete until I know.
My world is falling down on me,
I know not why or how it can be.
But, I shall leave this room of black,
And return to my life and what I lack.
Only I can fix this scene...
Or so they say...Do you know what I mean?
A life that is completed with strife.
I reach out and cannot find the grasp,
Of this life with a movable hasp.
Where do I turn? Where do I go?
Nothing is complete until I know.
My world is falling down on me,
I know not why or how it can be.
But, I shall leave this room of black,
And return to my life and what I lack.
Only I can fix this scene...
Or so they say...Do you know what I mean?
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