Can’t find roots
Searching souls
Breathing labored
As I travel through
This willy-nilly life
Expectations falling quickly
No ground to step on
Tears of frustration
Always wanting more
There has to be a way
Searching for inner strength
A beauty hard to see
As confidence lacks
Trying to get heard
Crumbling as energy wavers
Only to receive pregnant silence
In an abyss of technical confusion
Understanding the end is near
Time to heal
Repair all damage
Accept only compasion
As my fate pulls me forward
The First Word 