Whatever I do, It doesn’t work
Whether I plead, yell, whisper,
Or threaten, It Dies Everytime
As if the butterfly effect has
been proven in my life, Why?
To whom do I owe this pleasure to
My love can never be measured
For it would leave me lifeless and defeated
Because the hurt is too great to define
I will go to sleep
But not to rest, but to search and hopefully
Find what I Urn for.
I look for peace, I look for understanding.
I search for answers, I search for bliss.
I urn for happiness, I wish for the past.