It is Too Much
Posted: 12 Sep 2016, 08:20
It is Too Much
It is too much t’ take in at once,
With too many things going on,
Nothing is really that certain,
It’s like I’m running in circles,
And often I feel like I’m lost.
I ask myself, ‘Could I belong?’
Maybe I really don’t want to,
Or maybe I do, but, I’m sure,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . It is too much.
Oh, could it be by fate or luck
To be where I have ended up?
I ask, ‘Is it really worth it,
For the emotions that surface,
When all I want is to relax?'
. . . . . . . . . . . . . It is too much.
(author's note: I wrote this after being disillusioned with societal complaints, and, specifically, rants on facebook. But, I aimed for a universal appeal.)
It is too much t’ take in at once,
With too many things going on,
Nothing is really that certain,
It’s like I’m running in circles,
And often I feel like I’m lost.
I ask myself, ‘Could I belong?’
Maybe I really don’t want to,
Or maybe I do, but, I’m sure,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . It is too much.
Oh, could it be by fate or luck
To be where I have ended up?
I ask, ‘Is it really worth it,
For the emotions that surface,
When all I want is to relax?'
. . . . . . . . . . . . . It is too much.
(author's note: I wrote this after being disillusioned with societal complaints, and, specifically, rants on facebook. But, I aimed for a universal appeal.)