Steady as the stars and the moon,
I swim in an ocean filled of my past –
And I don’t know what goes through my mind
in this bay of undesirable mistakes.
Mind plagued by a disease,
Nothing to wring my sleeves of my
– Blind wrath –
“Unwelcome,” they yell –
No patience yielded
– But they yell,
Cold words pierce my heart like the first winter frost,
and I am cast away beyond the confines of fear.
Not a place for the wanderers,
‘cause everyone knows the truth
that we all desire acceptance
or else we desire nothingness.