This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.

I yearn to make these scars disappear
And to forget about the past.
To throw away all of my fears
And to be happy at last.

What am I to do?
What is my destiny?
I have no idea, not a clue
Feeling lost and empty.
What is my dream?
What is my future?
I beg thee to listen to me,
I beg thee to answer.

Keep Moving...
Move forward
Let go
Give in
Decide
and just Do
Progress every day
And make one step forward no matter what's in your way
Keep moving, till one day you wake up and you're there.

Poetry is the whispering of a truth by the shouting of the best possible lies

I do not trust the truth. It shifts into reality.