Wasted in mundane

A noonday light and truth to see

Dragging me out of my misery

Blessings are surrounding me

Yet eternal hate towards my enemy

I live by a conscious mind

I hang from the aching side

The aching heart side

God, will I ever be heard

Will I ever be seen

Without the need of causing a scene

Lost in the rusty roots

Left in the unknown woods

The fatal unknown woods

Of sinking in thinking with no goods