A meaningful-meaningless thing
My thoughts are clouded with other peoples complaints.
Everyone here is no longer sane.
Not just the others, I'm included too.
I hope I can piece it together before they can see through.
That might of already happened, I'm a transparent person you see.
Just the kind of person I don't and do hope to be.
Finding meaning in this maze of things is something I can't do.
That's why God is showing me the way so I can be less confused.
This makes me more concerned because I feel I need help.
Help for what will happen next, something out of my control.
I want to lead a successful life in my own shoes. What's so hard about that?
Well, everyone else is succeeding and that's a painful fact.
I can question myself a hundred times over, but what good would it do?
Good enough or not, I still have life to get through.
I don't want to be negative about it because I know.
I know I can't end on a positive note.