I stare at the starless sky
scared of what I might turn out to be
As my mind indulges on pleasure
That constantly pierces my being

Afraid of the future ahead
In conclusion of a day by me
If I can dwell on yesterday
Tonight is of relentless sleep

I'm often caught in my wilderness
Where I shiver in fear of no sight
Unable to despise tomorrow
For the battle I want to fight

Inside my mind I'm weeping
Due to thought of none but I
I'm struggling to change my philosophies
Of what is wrong and right

Not wanting to be mistaken
The will for change within
Is a thought left un-grasped
And buried beneath my skin

I am imperfect: a fact
But I certainly tend not to suggest it
I solemnly thirst for leeway
And hope for no discomfit

I am stable with ingratitude
It shows in all my might
I failed with deceit beside me
When the morning turned to night