Not Even Myself

Wander lust...

unsettled, unsure, curiosity baffled...

unworthy of trust.

Unable to stabilize, 

unable to grow. 

Unable to see, 

what one should know.

What is love? What is life?

What damn good... a husband to a wife?

What are children, who are born?

To be regretted...

constantly scorned.

Where did it start?

Where will it end? 

Confusion and pain, 

my closest friends.

If I stop to consider...

what would I find?

My heart is a stranger...

even my mind.

A world-wind of events ... 

my life has been.

One tragedy after another, 

hardly time to recover,

and another one I'm in.

Ooooh, unstable am I,

with this ... mystery of life... 

I've found - that I've been thrust.

With no answers to my confusion,

nor a person,

place,

or thing,

I can trust...

Not even................................................Myself.