When do you begin to find yourself?
When others moving on too quickly or find their happiness.
When your turn comes, you’ll let go all that made you sad and desperate
You let go all that makes you insecure
I knew and felt the rush of fever
Draining and sweating all needs
I am no different, we are not that different
Salvation comes to those who try
Desperation and attempts to salvage
Leaves us in despair
Far too subtle to feel, far too hard to grasp
Yet with devotion and love
I hear the sacred call
And turn my eyes to the other side
How do I find myself amidst all the madness?