Rock

Born as a rock with a mind of our own
wasted away in the times we never owned
the hopes wither as the seasons change
they move with the wind which sways them away
I want to see the stars and feel closer
although they lie a million light years away
they are all I have held on to with the changing times dithering me away
A lot of ages have passed for I to end up here all this way
unlearning to pain to enduring fresh courage to torment another age
The journey within and soul without leaves me hollow
a quest still remains to find a place, where I can be home again
find a passion for the rock to roll and find its own way
Winds have moved, the tides have worked cutting the rock
in its own way, all I know I can't shaped like the millions
who sway and wash every passing day 

Don't Know...

I do not know what I am thinking; there is a clutter of things in my head for which there is no better answer than the cluttered keys on the keyboard, no logical order. Logically everything seems improbable, in the mess I can’t seem to find order, I know it is the place we live, the people we meet, that stimulates the way we think in that case majorly I have not thought in the last few months all I hear is a blank noise when I see in, I see myself hurling out words, but mostly it does not make any sense fucking what so ever, I really do not know where I am heading I am somewhere in the middle of somewhere, which can’t  be nowhere but this is not heading anywhere I just see roads, no clue whereabouts of their destination, I have no energy to walk and just to find myself lost in the walk of life, but to stop and think does not lead to any solution…