Am I empty? Am I wrong?
What could move a man to move along?
To be sincere Im not a writer
Im just trying to say something for my own behalf
To not have it deep within
To feel better with myself and not depressed or sad
Im not entwined with loneliness
Let alone strangely heartbroken
This that I feel takes me to believe that I can
That I would enjoy seeing a difference
Sometimes I feel like being alone will solve everything
Yet, It doesn’t
I could infer my will is asking for something greater
A distant gust of freedom or
Maybe the distance that proves freedom
What could I need?
To rest on a cloud…