Trapped, by Matthew Grode Subscribe to rss feed for Matthew Grode

Here I lie drowning in a pool of thought,
Yet I have no answers,
Why am I here,
Where am I going,
Will I find the right path,
Or will I falter,
These thoughts plague my mind like an incurable disease,
The future is right in front of me but I am temporarily
blinded,
The world is moving yet I stand still,
In a hallway of doors with the inability to choose,
I find myself trapped by my own indecision
Posted: 2006-01-10 00:57:19 UTC

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2006-01-25 00:14:05Spiritual Beauty
oh...well, but the answers are there, may be you need to look within?