It is often that I find myself torn between confusion and strife. I find myself feeling alone in this perilous journey called life. Will I ever find peace within the silence of my own solitude? Will I ever find a way to bring balance to my fortitude? In a sky covered with sapphires that light the night I am a lone star. Yet I can easily go the distance no matter how far. There is a world of pain that I do a very good job of trying to hide. It is what I use to keep my head held high and to fill me with pride. Will I ever forgive myself for all that I have done wrong? Will I ever let go of all the things that I held on too for so long? In a lifetime I could not cry enough tears to appease all. Yet I still try to hold my hands out to stop their fall. I have walked alone on this road contemplating my own shallow grave. Things go by me like a feather in the wind with time to save. Will I everstop and take the time to rest my head? Will there ever be a time in my life that I would have rather been dead? In time I have assumed that this is out of my control. Yet I have managed to except this fate of never being whole.