Does it ring true?
The sounds of being lost.
Helping people find their merry way
But always slipping on these rock’s
Putting blind faith in other’s is all I can do, Running on this hamster wheel on exibit at the zoo
Does life have a meaning?what are we supposed to do? Questions I thought I would ask.
Pushing on mentality and breaking through my glass.
My mind speaks riddles and sometimes I’m even confused
It plays tricks on me like that devilish racoon
Waking me up chirping with all of his friend’s
Looking to my chest is this how I end
Creed's Poetry 