I have no clue-
Of what i am to do.
Am i to write
Am i to read
Am to earn and breed?
Am i nothing to no one?
No roads do diverge in yellow woods
It’s an ambivious path made of coulds and shoulds
Have no idea of what i want
Only Haste of hateful taunts
I miss times where i could love and eat
But now scary seems that street
I have made amends and broken them all
It’s a question of miserable death-
Am trying to stall.

Chunks and bits of happiness,
I collect hither and thither,
None seem to last tho.
They fade and i look for the next one.
It’s a sad existence
When love fulfills you
And you keep a distance.
I seem to have to want someone to want things
For things aren’t good enough for me.
I need someone to believe,
No matter how special i may be.
So I gather dust, until you come along.