Lost

Too many times I've walked the fine line,
To humanity and sanity afraid of what I might find,
Will the answers ever shine, my suspicions curdle,
In fear of this viscous circle, of riches and hurdles,
Insecurities could eat me alive inside, as I try to thrive,
Surly I'd rather fly than die,
But I cannot escape these chaotic amenities,
And psychotic tendencies will probably be the end of me,
They keep bending me, but I will not break,
In the sake of fate, because my mind state is stronger in love than hate,
Contemplate my position, I calculate with division and addition,
As if I were a mathematician,
I try to make my decisions with precision,
But the world lies on my shoulders with the weight of a boulder,
My spawns growing older, I'm not supposed to grow colder,
And it's the truth, I can't rely on my youth, to do what I need to do,
When will I learn where to turn and what to seek,
Need to answer questions on how to be,
My only hope is to escape from reality,
How do I cope with what has been taken out of me?

Written by Mike Taylor