World of Mess

World of Mess

World of mess forced a mind to despair; memories plenty my heart they tear.

Lies been told by tongue you speak, in hopes to calm the plot. Known now forgiveness of you receive I not

Should I question words of thoughts spoke in heartache sorrow? Pointless path have I taken to give all a better tomorrow?

More I seem to try the less all eyes seem to see;
must mind come to end struggle and let what now exist be?

Questions plenty I not ask and let random unknown subside; worry only of what I must and continue to abide.

Unhappy I am not, just a mind I carry with more than one unsettled thought. To conclude the entire unknown would be that one wish that came true… not.