When every little thing feels like a prison just for me I look around and ask is this all that it will be? Questions we ask the mind wants to ponder a disorder of thoughts chaotically wander an unending task the questions we ask On slower days I close my eyes embrace my darkened view another moment realizing why is nothing new? Questions we ask the mind wants to ponder a disorder of thoughts chaotically wander an unending task the questions we ask If I keep trying to find The hope that is pleading under mountains of doubt Will I find what I'm needing? Feeling hopeful seems harder than ever before I'm crawling through trenches of my mind at war between the life that I wanted and this life that I have but I guess I'll keep moving or will I go mad? Questions we ask the mind wants to ponder a disorder of thoughts chaotically wander an unending task the questions we ask
