Something Will Be Better

October 4, 2013

Someone please tell me what I need to do.

Everyone tells me what I need to do,

But no one knows what they want me to do.

I'm crying out for you.

I know what I want in you.

I know what I want in us.

Please, let me know what should be in us.

I have ambitions for a new day.

Every day I have new conditions to reach those ambitions,

And every condition is a new

Rendition to hold back those ambitions.

So, I call out to you for a greater mission.

Just, please listen

Or give me permission

To cleanse myself in a way,

I don't want to be myself.

I want to be someone else,

Which is just a variation of trying to be myself.

I want to be gone,

But that is just another situation

Where no one will listen.

They do listen, though.

Life tells me different things,

And I try to figure her out.

It's a fruitless effort to try to

Interpret these foreign sounds.

Yet, I'll keep pushing through,

Knowing that something will be better in the future.

Nothing is ever concrete, and I can

Be whatever I may.

Whatever I choose could be something better than

I should never loose.

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