What is the point of continuing the struggle
Would it not be more comforting to be alone
And do I have to write it to even think it
Do I have to pour out the angst to get over the angst
What is it that inspires such opposition
What am I not being told
What must I discover for myself
Yes, there is heat and light and space
But wouldn't there be that anywhere
Because with such disregard for my ways
What is the purpose, where am I heading
I want to be in society, but I am not, not there
