The Writing

Today I feel like crying,
But tomorrow you will not see
That inside i am dying
Discovering what it means to be me.

And today I am myself
Wandering this world alone
But tomorrow i will look back on myself
And see how much i have grown

And today I find nothing
That seems to pleasure
Because I lack the one thing
That beats inside of another

Today I am me
Slow and gracefully deep
And no one will see
The me that doesn't sleep

And no one will know
Of who i am
For i search to and fro
The boy looking for a friend

And in this world he feels so small
Just waiting for himself to fall.