And I'm sitting still here,
still never left;
still staring the blur near,
my sense so deaf;
from the sounds of the mere
existing quest;
while breathing every tear;
that comes as guest,
for what something is there;
what's for the mess;
what's so worthwile to care
unanswered test;
or only I'm with air;
be flown for best;
be parted from life's dare;
to be the best;
though never will I pair
my so loved rest;
for a senseless compare
of building nest;
believe I'm quite sincere;
of being dressed,
being fed, being dear,
be free from stress;
though ahead's so unclear;
though I'm all messed;
though dark's the atmosphere,
though I'm distressed;
I'm proud of yesteryear;
I'm no oppressed;
I'll move forth unaware;
as I've progressed.
