For Something


What am I for?
Am I to give support?
Am I to sit in silence?
Am I to hate my work?
Am I to tame her lions?
Am I a solitude creature?
Do I throw their parades?
Should I catch the falling?
Do I play in masquerades?
How do I care the right amount
To pick up the slack of him?
A nose buried in a screen
Instead of buried in our sin.
I used to feel good
I used to be bold
Now I am wood
In a world that loves gold.
Because I just can't seem
To appease the daydream
Or through the thoughts
Tied by a shoe string
That I'm made for something.

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