a world figuring out who I am

So this is about being alive

and how aimless feels like

some of the few pleasures I get

come from helping my family

come from being loved

from being alive

from feeling that I matter

world, your opinion does not matter

and it does

How easy and how hard can things come to be

The eternal paradox of not knowing

of giving a smirk

or just sending it all to hell

I need her, her soul to feed mine

for I am empty

I need her to need me as much as I need her
I am alive, I am not, I was

From the mind of Cogliostro