Unfinished Buisness

About being a person, or trying at least.

broken down, running around in circles because theres no end in sight.
Thoughts of grandure stiffle me as i wish for a light to show me the way.
Tripping over laces that i forget to tie because i was to busy with nothing.
The dirt on my hands is on thick from work i do but can not commit to.
drama always finds a way back into situations where it is not needed.
Moving along in a general direction following the crowd but not to closely.
not to far behind me is the shadow of the past i never wanted but always had.
Legs want to give out from lack of strength i though i had all along.
spacing out my thoughts so i dont confuse the rest of my mind .
the nights get longer while my eyes dont seem to ever want to close.
A broken heart is just another dead weight that i carry around day to day,
life keeps throwing me curves when all i want is a straight path.
Looking into peoples eyes all i see is blank stares, peering past into nothingness.
shut the door, the outside isn't ready for these things i have imagined.
Close your eyes now, do you see what i tell you, listen to the words.
All we want is to be happy...but how can we be happy if we dont know pain.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading, any feedback would be great.