No Refuge, BY MwsR
Never feeling the need to be the third wheel
That is not even the way to feel.
Drifting into a hidden space
Trying to escape the memory of your face.
Replacing the need that was before
With something so much more meaningful, so much more.
Error is ever present
When priorities are only for rent
Giving a dollar just to get fifteen cent.
Working to keep the mind off of things
Listening to music, and the comfort it brings.
Sometimes there is no way to understnd
Sometimes there is no place for you to just stand.
Little comfort that can take the damage that comes from drowning
Little relief in the unknown or the unknowing.
Still forward we press on
Looking for another place to belong.
Is it the person who made us this way
Or is it our heart we gave so freely away?
Oh, the turmoil!
Oh the chances that seem to spoil!
Better to have something no matter how unkind
Even if it breaks your heart and leaves your heart in a bind.
Or will it always confuse you?
There might not be a refuge.
Mws R Writings 