Sitting, gazing, pondering
Watching, waiting, wondering
What things do others think at night?
What lights turn on, when shining bright?
Some will think of gentle breeze
Blinding true priorities
Truth is veiled, this life of fun
As fear resides behind the gun
Condemn them not, instead envy
And long for their reality
To think the things we wish to be
This mind, it pains and torments me
The words I write cannot express
But for my sake I shall digress
Question all, its not a sin
Your truth, the real, comes from within