Blimey
Independent? Serenity? Accountability? Isolation? Bizarre? Blimey, I'm at loss of words I'm not so sure anymore It's so peculiar finding yourself questioning all over again you own purpose Maybe I'm one year older now honestly I'm still as confused as I was I'm disappointed For I have not found what I'm searching for Looking for answers Sometimes I stumbled upon some things Things that move this cold heart Coincidentally taught me something else Even when I cannot fathom these thoughts mostly Again Maybe these pair of eyes got blinded Chasing after temporary beauty No matter, things fade eventually Or so I might think of it I swear, never have I ever felt this Shivering like the cold leaf Groping for every hold I can get I know of my capabilities This time I feel Vulnerable? Immortal? Attached? Feeble? Committed? Blimey, I'm at loss of words