I don't know what to do.
I don't know what I want, who I want to be or where I want to go.
I don't know who I want, what I'm thinking or how to fix any of my problems.
My mind is going a million different directions and I simply cannot keep up.
One day I want you, another day I need to be on my own.
Everyday I miss you, but I don't know what to do about it.
I need someone to tell me what to do or which path to take.
Because I myself, have no clue what to do.
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grayc8814 (
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The person in your poem seeks God; the existential longing for something apparently elusive; originating from deep within; shared by all of humanity; whether one knows it or not is superfluous. Our Lover wants us to grope...
That is a God-shaped hole that can't be quenched by anything else. I can't express that any more eloquently than Gary did above. Love to you.
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