I am filled with lost hopes and dreams
and confusing words, lines, pages
what does this mean?
I'm still in the process of adding words
still trying to figure out this thing called "Life"
from everything that I've heard
This process is crazy, stressful
all of that and then some more
I just only wish I wasnt alone
hoping that someone walks through that door
stares directly at me and smiles
opens the hardcover, filps through the pages
and still reads even learning of my sadness
knowing that makes me happy
my pages begin to fill with joy
Just the thought of someone understanding
all what I've been through
I know that I'm not alone
Its not just me too. . .
the joy slips, fades away
the pages turn dark, grim and gray
and im just another book
collecting dust, lost hopes and dreams
for another day.