How is it that i feel this way
Taken me for all the I have
Bound and determined to make more of this
Unless I end up with the less of this
Still what is that of this
Is without tah of this which seem so useless
I try to find and search my way but endless darkness
Always seems to stay
But in this darkness I may lay totally
oblivious
To what makes its stay
Inside of a creature whos bees sleeeping
Leaving me to only do the weeping