It's a roller coaster gone off of the tracks
Headed for death
Sometimes I ponder if that would be best
Things come and go
Too quickly for me to comprehend
I am torn in between
Do I acknowledge this gift bestowed upon me
Use the capacity of my mind like none other
Or do I surpress and live in a dark depress
Melting the cheese in between
Made golden brown
Pleasing to most in that way
But the torture is inside
oozing out, the frustration of the day
I have surrendered up to you
Yet contemplate the true definition of why we must try
In this life, wishing I could be catatonic
The most simple things trouble my mind
Looking for a deeper meaning, as if I don't already know
There's nothing complex about the simplicity at hand
It's my hungry nature.
Will I ever be full
I am full.
Of things that I question the value of.
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