am i complicated?
a simple question.
but a million answers
i find myself asking why
i even question my mind
my reasons and thoughts
are beyond doubt
my excuses and worries are but abound.
i've found myself a new hobby today.
people call it inventing
i call it one's discovery of self
i want to know deep down my fears
even though i am but a peer
i question my lyrics
i question my path
i question the life that i've created beyond my eyes
my decisions my words
my thoughts my lies
they are beyond reckless
they are but aground
