Understand it
The aching you feel
Find in it, reason
Decide if it’s real.
When you see time as value
You realize the ache is shallow
A twisted view you hate to find
But somehow again revisits your mind
How can one relieve herself
From the chaotic tug within her stealth
This makes no sense
To feel this pain
Learning no lesson
Recycled in vain
Make yourself of use
It’s not with rudeness I imply
Seek out your value
The age old seeker of his or her why
