singing songs of poetry
i'm lost and not just metaphorically
need someone to find me, literally
i've confused myself with figurative living
can't control how time is spending...me
with nothing left to bare
left with a barren soul or am i just soul-less
trying to sound soulful in things i write
not sure how to live a soul filled life
and i'm still singing long drawn out songs
full of similes and metaphors
trying to open and create my own doors
void of the real word
to avoid the whirl wind
everything real that's in it
because if i had my choice
i'd chose to not have to decide
because my nature is flawed and full
drowned in indecisiveness
and i'm not really sure if that's what it is...
but then again…
and i'm still not sure.
Robyn V. Evans
© 2003