Gaining Acceptance...

 


The sun blisters my soul while the wild
things tear at my flesh.

On what planet may I find peace and
by what star may I have light?

I search the oceans depths and the
mountaintops for a place of serenity.

Then I join the throngs and crowds in a
desperate search for acceptance.

On their midst I am finally alone, but
I’m not me I just a clone of what I was.

So I’m not alone, yet I am alone, like a
puppet whose strings have been cut.

I’m me but detached from all that I know
and all that had meaning on this earth.

So, I search for me from the halls of worship
to the gates of hell, willing to gain acceptance.