Confusion
I wouldn't call it a burden
Pondering is kind of my thing
Perhaps more than a diamond ring
Still it consumes me,
Me, me, me
This is for Others
Voiceless I am here
for Others
Self should come second
I desire no weapon
Should I shoot
T'would be over no loot
Nature's gold, yes
No less
I find time trying
Only lying
When sanity is dying
Consistency?
Hah!
Lest I see!
Childish in my ways
Tomorrow I see brighter waves
Crashing upon my shore
Could go down as lore
Thramesy
Romance deep
Embedded in all tales
Let's hope it does not come off the rails.