When will I move to pointless tunes of beauty.

So many ideas
Hundreds of truths
Each one poking my head
Each one in another direction

Some are of calm
Some of discipline
Some are of fun
Some of so called meaning
Some even say to pick suffering itself

What’s wrong? What’s right?
What should I do? How must I live my life?
As if at times I wished I could have stayed in the innocents of youth
How much simpler. How much less of these pains.

You open your mind in search of freedom
and the world has fun filling what you escaped.
Bringing in cages of steal
Taking your search captive
Imprisoning your heart’s flames

While whispering your last words
When will I dance?
When will I move to pointless tunes of beauty.
to fly as an innocent bird in search of love.