9 April 2012
The search, by Rob Lumley.
I'm so unsure of my beliefs, I swear I'll always need to seek. My inner self won't leave me be, always looking for what could be.
I dont know why I feel this way, I don't know why I even pray, god knows my mind better than me, and my deeply disturbing dichotomy.
The grief I feel at not knowing why, just makes wanna break down and cry. My soul is lost and begs to be found, but I doubt my quest will ever come around.
To know yourself must truly be the most beautiful view your heart can see. The gift of having inner peace, a quiet mind and sweet sweet dreams.
So maybe I'll meet myself one day, and the warming sun will be here to stay, if that day does come round I'll die the way I prayed to end.
Opuss № I