For 21 years I have been searching,
For my purpose,
For myself cause at times I question my existence,
For a friend and
For love,
I always find myself lost and confused,
On these dark walls,
Boisterous of people,
I am shy,
I am creative,
I am a visionary,
I lack confidence,
I don't like attention,
I love too much,
I believe.

All signs that the world has shown me are questionable,
With a tape measure,
They are measurable,
I sit low with my head up high,
I never drunk alcohol or smoked weed,
That means I have never been heightable (high)
I check myself at times to see if am alive,
Can't question my life,
Cause I have been on a hive,
Looking at the sky with my thoughts up high,
Cold wind blowing...