I've been wondering alone
a lost soul without a home
afraid to add others in my life
afraid of loves, double-edged knife
but there must be a medium, in-between
lust and love, hopes and dreams.
on top or on bottom, an easy decision
every time i decide, I switch position.
eventually lost souls, do find their way home
though not always whole, sometimes still alone,
and I do want to be alone, just not lonely
I've really been broken, and I cannot fix me
keeping myself busy, avoiding the stares
avoiding lustful looks, though I am aware.
what is lust going to do for me
I'm a lost soul, deserved for eternity!
put where I am as punishment
so deserving of my abandonment
this repeating cycle that is my life
childhood repition, in my grown-up strife
but living as always. going on alone
looking for a happy in-between,
to call my own.
J. Koblitz
