For anyone

I'll listen to you if your in desperate need

But sometimes if someone is the opposite to ugly then it's just my greed

I want you to be true to me

But if in thought and feeling and action I was true I wouldn't feel so free

I want the highest love, but from the dirt on the floor I'm not so high above

I mean how can I embrace you and all your flaws

Or you me and all the things you might deplore

My parents did their best, but I'm not free from feelings of detest

I value higher things than money

But if your making more than me, I don't find that funny

How many blessings come our way

Yet we can't escape the feeling that if we don't grow and achieve something then one day we will have to pay

How can I expect supreme joy

When sometimes our greatest lessons follow after we've been destroyed

But isn't the will to seek pain really quite innane?

Who will love me in this decrepit state?

When insignificant mediocrity becomes my default fate?

Let me leave it here and my hope despite the sullenness is for someone to find some cheet