By Joshua Perry
Long days and swift nights.
I sit and wait for the next day.
Where I know it will all be the same.
Stuck and lost in a total daze.
I’ve always picked the hard games.
Then I regress back to my old ways.
Being lost and impossible to be found.
They’re the only skills that I retain.
It’s been told since I was a child.
It’s left me nowhere to go.
By now I thought I would have learned.
These patterns that destroy my only home.
Of this it is no one’s concern.
I only wish to be gotten again.
Someone who understands my tears.
A person that can read my mind.
Once upon a time I had it in myself.
Knowing what I meant felt so good.
Now I seem to have lost myself.
Find my soul, only in you could.