Seems the older I get the less I look for peace of mind

Blocking outlets one by one, until there’s no where left to unwind

No release, no relief

I haven’t changed my morals while still full of the same belief

Still managing to sift through the bullshit to find the good

I continue to seek a happy place all the while feeling lonely and misunderstood

I’ll always remain unchanged, unwavering, uncaged, unfazed

Refusing to be jaded or bitter so each and every let down I’m still amazed