Doubt
I’ve got a dream
that’s undefined.
I doubt I’ll ever find
peace of mind.
So I sit here
in the dark
without a target
without a mark.
I’ve got to feel
something more.
I’ve got to know what
living’s for.
Jump out the window
or walk out the door.
Sit in the corner
or go explore.
Either way
rain still pours.
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