Absition II: Displacement

Coming apart at the seams Not functioning No place I feel free No place to just be Nowhere is home No purpose, no calling No sense to make of life I'm wasting And I am like a derelict Adrift in sea of doubt No purpose, no calling No sense to make of life I'm wasting Without an ounce of self respect Adrift in sea of doubt Shuffling through the fog Perpetual burden, becomes my legacy Numb to all around me Fade into obscurity I am undone In sleep I find no comfort in these days Displaced in my longing I remain