"The Wasted Ones"
Escaping
And replacing
My truth
Finding beauty
In doubt
And doubting
That
In which
I know
I bend
And stretch
Reaching
And receiving
Remembering to forget
Or reminding myself
Time
Is
Precious
And some things
Aren't worth their weight
Though the waste remains
You will the way
And seek
The strength
To carry on
In hopes
Realization
Finds the wasted
Seeking
The truth
Which was there
All along
Escaping
And replacing
My truth
Finding beauty
In doubt
And doubting
That
In which
I know
I bend
And stretch
Reaching
And receiving
Remembering to forget
Or reminding myself
Time
Is
Precious
And some things
Aren't worth their weight
Though the waste remains
You will the way
And seek
The strength
To carry on
In hopes
Realization
Finds the wasted
Seeking
The truth
Which was there
All along