ramble on

i wish i knew what i wanted
it would make life so much easier
cos to bear with my inconsistencies
is getting on my nerves
i might look for answers in others
but that leads to a separate set of troubles
sometimes the rambling in my head
gets hard to bear
and then i wish i had someone who could hear

hear me talking and decipher it for me
for the meanings are hidden
something i cannot see
but everyone else has a life
and woes of their own
and though happiness is short lived
they still call it their own

the open sky and the barren streets
are also no good
for even their existence
hides under another's hood

as the years add up and
number of scars increase
i hope the quantity teaches a lesson
and somewhere the suffering will cease

but if i was born to suffer
it would never end
so i might as well err and not defend

is the pain more painful or the
happiness happier
that is the question

if i could make a choice
i wont be in this situation