wondering

i was wondering what you care for

it dawned on me that i need to give more

even though it seems like i already do

why do we let the weight of the world

push our dreams deep into our lungs

and make us expel everything we were hoping for?

and all we get back is another moment of life;

don't we all deserve something more than that?

if i could i would give up my toes

and my eyes and even my hair

just to wake up in a comfortable place

without having to look around and wonder

"what the hell?!"

each day is a bit of a composition

whatever you may make of it

and i intend on writing my own future