waiting
for the time
when everything
will be okay

waiting
for someone to
show me the way
through
the alien world

waiting
for a path
to emerge
under the
glowing sunlight

waiting
for the courage
to walk the paths
I stare at

waiting
for the dreams
that will
never come
to me
not on any
of these paths
it seems

waiting
the day when
everything will not
feel so
desperately
out of place,
unknown
and ready
to fall
a p a r t

Some quick poetry. First attempt, first draft. May be bad (didn’t really have a much of a look over it), I don’t know. This is my life right now so…yeah. I’m finally kind of lost. Correction: I feel a LOT lost.

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