Just thinking

A Poem by kenn como

Feeling so far away

finding reality,
I at last feel like I can awaken soon
dread in my eyes, can not control the untruths
from where it's all attached back to.
what am I expected to make sense of,
that this life has no significance, and I can't get out?
transitory satisfaction from looking for truth,
what would i be able to do to draw nearer to you?