Crying in the Night

Mar 07, 2008 - 06:19 AM PST

Crying in the night for things that have no worth
Starving every morning for the new day's blessed birth
Twisting in the cyclone that small emotions crave
Walking through the city streets to which I am a slave
Slaving over nothing much and caring even less
A desperate wish for it to end I too often do confess
Throwing caution to the wind is not such an easy task
A life that feels productive is all I truly ask
Days go by the sun rises and falls
A life that I have never lived, I ignore its persistent calls
When will I open my eyes and finally see my face
When will I first look upon my ever present disgrace
What calls for me I do not know and that is what I fear
To lose the things I do not know that could be held so dear
Trying to release myself from these self made chains
I walk into the light of day and hope that I can change