The Welting Chess Board

A Call

At this point, I'm not sure where or who to look to.
There isn't a guide book I can find to go through.

What I want seems unattainable and impossible.
What I look for seems delusional and improbable.

I want the good times and the bad ones.
I want the high jumps and the long runs.

I look for the valleys that lead to mountains.
I look for the murky water that clears in the fountains.

Nothing I do brings me any closer my dream.
All I feel like doing is running outside to scream.

Life is miserable, in short, but I can't change it.
I'm not dying, so I guess I have to make do with it.

Settling isn't what I want and I've been told it's corrosive.
Letting problems build up for my comfort isn't a healthy motive.

I see the issues where they lie
and all I want to do is lay in bed to cry.

They are glaring and bright.
The people who know me are right.

I'm impatient and needy, but loving and caring.
So, show me some love and I'll show you what I'm wearing.