Searching


People tell me life is black and white,
But I think it's like a stain glass mural.
The constant struggle and fight,
It makes life seem more floral.

The constant pain trying to be who you are,
Is the weight that is constantly lurking.
Though I have made it quite far,
I am forever searching.

I may be trapped in the dark void,
I may always be trapped yearning.
This is something I can never avoid,
I am forever searching.

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