I know I need to believe
That only uncertainty conceives
Life is learning to achieve
Finding new ways to perceive
But what if I can’t stop grieving
For no one ever believing
That the mess that’s me
Deserves occasional reprieving
Otherwise reality is impossible
Everything becomes toss-able
Nothing nailed down
Except I’m a useless noun
Suspicion becomes tradition
Devoid of safety’s clout
Making everything howl
What’s all the fuss..
