Don’t you wish you had answers
For the demons in your head?
The questions that fill your heart
With anxiety and dread?Don’t you wish that you could know
What it means to be alive?
That you’d understand the point
Of why you suffer and strive?At the end will you wonder
If there was a point at all?
Or were you just a puppet
Moving at fate’s beck and call?When you cut through all the grief,
The self inflicted violence,
Will your self still be yourself
When left alone in silence?
– Shaman Romney 2019
What do you think?