Last Resort
Location
A plethora of predicaments race though my mind at best.
which one can I fathom to ponder about next?
Shall I even think of acting upond what my mind stirs about,
or cry my soul asleep by this never-ending drought?
what will my career be?
The words "last resort" come screaming at me with no one to yell halt.
The quick years will pass; then they will hit me and it's my own fault.
All of my solutions come bearing a bag of infinte errrors.
At what point in time does this maze come to a close?
On the inside I am slowly weeping, but on the outside I pose.
Look around the room and it does not express myself
Question creeps in my eyes at the princess sign of the self.
I am feeling confusion; don't worry , not despire
All I really want in life is be without a care.
So I set my self with greatness as I walk this earth, time to heal and find my rights worths
to become unstopppable.