I Feel. .Confused

I'm sitting down to write a poem I really wanted it to be good I got out my paper, and my pen Thought for a while, scribbled a bit Then daydreamed. .while I sit. . It's not working too great And, gosh,. .it's really getting late I was thinking about writing A poem. .about being grateful for stuff But gosh, you know, it's really tough I wanted to write about loveing someone But, when the thoughts don't come out . .It's really not that fun Or maybe, I wanted to write something angry But I'm really not in the mood I feel all sad inside. . I feel as if, I've lost my dignity and all my pride I feel as if all the work I do Is never good enough It might be, but is it good enough for you? I feel like everything doesn't or wont' work out But how do I get so far in life. . If that's all I think about? I don't look at the answers But I ask more questions . .Questions no one can answer Things people can't learn By just having one class or session But it will take over a lifetime Maybe it will be never But I skip the facts And question the unknown The fame is what I have and the fortune is what I lack But I can't help but want to know It's all so confusing, will I ever find out Will I ever be complete Can I ever stop walking Just stop. .rest. .and take a seat Will I ever feel like I've accomplished enough Will I ever feel as if I'm loved Or will I always feel that. .love has to be tough.ah,. .i wanted to write a poem hehe Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 03:45 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10