i spend all of my days

trolling, thinking, talking

moving forward

just to make it to the next day

hopefully then a great life will begin

maybe if i just countine a little longer

some perfect day will find me like a catch

and everything will be okay

but i chase and wait

i keep my head down and wallow

wnating to do somehting about it

but everytime i try

i ask, where is my hapiness?

but maybe we must stop chasing ourselves

i think i need

something greater than myself

i believe there has to be something

something, something, something

to truly live for

because living for myself has never been worthy of a life.