#33

I don’t know what's going on,

Don’t know why I feel this way,

But the most vital question is,

Will I have to feel this every day?

I don’t want to awake at noon,

Mind already turning weary.

I’ll gladly talk to anyone,

If only someone would hear me.

I'm a seed blown from my home tree,

Traveling further and further away.

Don’t want any more distance between us,

But can’t convince my feet to stay.

“Why me?” I used to wonder each night.

I wondered ‘til I was almost content.

And now you say you understand me,

But you never fully knew what I meant.