window of tolerance

i’m looking for a place to run away.
looking for a place to ease my mind.
don’t understand life and
i don’t want to,
ever searching for the quiet.

dreaming of stars so far away.
living life stuck in yesterday.
love is great but,
it’s not the same.
solitude is what i crave.

where am i heading?
where am i going?
i just want to lay here and
softly gaze at the sky,
as I cry;

is it every day that i
have to fight,
to feel that i’m alive?
is it every day you’re sure
that our love is no more?
miss the days when i could smile.

the days are getting shorter.
i’m running out of time.
God, i ask you,
why do you hide from me?
is it because i don’t believe?

where am i heading?
where am i going?
i’ll never know true satisfaction.
what does it mean to be free?
God, tell me!

is it every day that i
have to fight,
to feel that i’m alive?
is it every day you’re sure
that our love is no more?
miss the days when i could smile.

i miss the days when life was worthwhile.

Sirena

The Book of Sirena