What do we do,
When it's all a mess?
When every thing's fine,
Yet the chaotic rule?
I hate this pain.
I want to escape.
Problems never end.
Is that what life is?
Just a never-ending mass of questions and obstacles?
I need to satisfy my yearning,
This longing for Love, for Happiness,
To feel whole.
It isn't enough to write about it.
That just pacifies it for a time.
Then it slowly creeps back from the darkest recesses of my mind.
It's begun to manifest in almost everything I do.
It's consuming me, bit by bit, until I quell it's source.
I look to wisdom from all corners,
including from myself, but nothing seems to stick.
