sometimes I wonder

My purpose on earth

I feel like I have something

But in the end there’s nothing

I sit and wait

For night to fall

My exit

My entry

Do I have a purpose

Do I have a reason

Broken by the struggle

I fear for my tomorrow

I have dreams to fly Like the sparrow

But can I live above my sorrows

Who am I, what do I want

Where do I go

I keep these questions to myself

Cause outwardly I'm met to be perfect

You see me as I smile

But I hide when I cry

Nope am not depressed

I just live in another dimension

A place I feel I could be happy

My own imagination

Then I wake up to reality

I’ve lost all my emotions


So I shut my eyes to the world

As I wait for my final redemption


Precious Sunday

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