I may return

Today I spend my time while seeing
That every action may have sense 
I know that I am simply bleeding
With my own loneliness

I am in search of new emotions
I am in need of helping hand
I may stop doing my creations
Of making my own verse

I see the light of sun this evening
I see the fortune making mess
I love to think that I am equal 
To those who aren’t in any sense

I like to be above my problems 
I like to see more hapiness
But who am I to make conclusions
About myself these times or at this place

I may return to writing poems 
I may become less stressed
But now this making makes me stumbled
Without some notion and progress

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