The stagnation of my truth

Has the luck of been with it

With it or withour

I still honestly don't know where I would be

Still really don't

But hoping to find my truth

I am no truth

I'm just Nikki

Crying constistintly to hang on

to the last word

all i got

hang on to the next time i get

get it right

Not knowing why I should pursue for the sake

of capturing

what was maybe there as a fantacy

while time changes

I will go and figure the equation out

each day being different but never to end.

I do want to go off in the "sunset"

but is it just something beautiful to say

Let me begin to keep it real

as mine has to find its own horizon

Of course we've learned nothing is to be own

Nor blood that is not yours should be forced to withdarwl

To provide you life

it is volunteery.