Picturesque life with an ideal family.
If only my perception could transfer to a book.
Pages and pages of it sloppily written.
Where I could give everyone a small glimpse of my outlook.
Aimless decisions and purposeless acts,
Turn into my haphazard life forged by untouched facts.
Forget a day in my shoes
Try a day in my mind
Pointlessly searching knowing there’s nothing to find.
Can’t even handle the harsh reality
Hanging from the side of a mountain
Trying my hardest to get a grip
What makes me more tired?
Or the anticipation?
Maybe even the constant disappointment.
Wishing for the things that I once had.
Forcing myself to keep the pace.
But how can I when half the time,
The progress is empty.
I miss love, I misjudge,
I make up scenarios in my head.
Just a misfit without guidance
I could end up dead
I long for something to wake up for in the morning.
A purpose more purposeful than anything ever.
And passionate for all the wrong things.
Can I give my flaws a wedding ring?