What I Know

Burning behind my eyes,
pushing the orbs of my soul.
Deprevation of rejuvenation,
making my visage seem old.
Where am I going?
Why do I go?
What is the value?
How do I know?
My head feels heavy,
heavier by the day.
Laden with questions,
expectations I can't delay.
Is school where I'm going?
Why do I go?
Is my learning of value?
How do I know?
My soul burning, wanting.
A life I could reach.
A world filled with heroes,
Antagonists, music, and speech.
Is theater where I'm going?
Why do I go?
Is my talent of value?
How do I know?
I want someone to share with,
to hold and hold me
Someone who knows me,
better than I could ever see.
Is love where I'm going?
Why do I go?
Is my person of value?
How do I know?
All I know is I'm wanting.
For what, I don't know.
Just have a yearning,
A daily, sharp blow.
I don't know where I'm going.
I don't know why I go.
I don't know the value.
That is all that I know.
-Me