The Search

The Search

Not sure anymore, uncertain of my choices
behind each closed door
Find me lying on the floor
seeking answers in the grains of dirt
surrounding my head, my back is sore.

Which way do i wander
Where do i lay my troubled mind
to slumber?

Reached a point of counting numbers,
until the end of time, for mankind
maybe then i will find the answers,
i long to intertwine with my life.

Figuring out if i am worth your time, his time, anyones time.
No one can fight life's battles alone
I have been trying to for so long, and i'm tired.
i try to escape my thoughts with the only solace i have anymore
in the debths of my writing and songs.

Life is trying to finish me off, end this suffering,
similar to prey thats been hunted,
tell me i can't and i will,
traveling through life
searching endlessly for
something thats real.
something to feel.

-C.MacGinnis
5/12/10