I cry myself to sleep every night
I don’t know what I’m waiting for,
Seeking peace and a little joy
Neither jewels and luxuries nor.
Each day is the same as I wearily tread,
Till dusk from dawn,
The days of adventure and reckless abandon,
Are so long gone.
Had I been a tad more desperate,
I’d surrender myself to God
I’d have given up on my existence,
No matter if it’s craven or odd...
I know no one’s content,
That nobody leads a life ideal,
But somehow being in my shoes,
The agony is much real.
I appear to have lost all hope,
As wrongdoers bask in fun and bliss,
Things that bother me no end,
Civilization seems to allow this!
As I rant on and crib,
I feel so absurd and frivolous,
I live through days dreary,
And sob through nights delirious.
Don’t get me wrong,
I ain’t complaining;
I’m sharing life with you
And for action or contentment, waiting...