Life.

I rush into the darkness to find myself
I live without a purpose,
Yet purpose itself is lost without a trace.
I don’t belong here.

Anger, jealousy, conspiracy
And agony, will it ever end?
Will we ever reach the destination of serenity?
Life, it’s a meaningless journey.
Life, will it ever see through me?

Seeds from rotten fruits
Planted in soil.
Sin is what they are here to live for,
Run away or bury them deep.

Walking through life’s disgrace,
Head up high.
Walking on thin ice not wanting to fall,
Walking on broken glasses
Not expecting to be hurt,
Singing the song of freedom, hoping for a better life.

by,
Keisha Ann