We become so bitter as we get older
So desperately in need of love
Yet so reluctant to give it
Experience adds understanding
But along with it comes doubt
Tiptoeing hesitantly in indecisiveness
Losing the purity from the past
As pressure pushes us to pursue prospective
paths
So much confusion passed off as being lost
Victimizing ourselves to feel better
Not coming to face the core of the sore
Everyday, looking for answers, blindfolded
Searching for more in pure feeling
The mind desperately trying to find sense
Making shapes out of the shapeless
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