Except, no one cares
I show my soul
Get only blank stares
supposed to weather
All uncertainty
And what my ego requires
Means I’ll never be free
I’m always looking
For uncertain answers
My course is certain
No doubt what the plans are
Yet the need for approval
And the whims or the masses
Ensures the removal
Of rose colored glasses
As this is a long haul
With no rest for the weary
The order is tall
The short term is dreary
They say doubt is normal
A routine occurrence
Though this flood of rebuttal
Makes me question my sense
What’s to keep me from quitting
What’s making me stay
Probably better than shitting
My whole life away
On a whim or a vision
I caught late at night
Enshrining my mission
In spiritual light
Yet aging is real
And it’s a time for the young
My grey hairs reveal
This songs likely been sung
There’s a place in exhaustion
Where it stops making sense
Same as flaunting the caution
Getting down off the fence