wondered by Joana Galhardo Tags ,

While pondering in my woe
I often wonder if I'll ever know
The point of my existence
And the worth of my resistance
What is out there for me?
What I am destined to be?
Is it really too late to see?
I think what I want is to be free
But free from what? Free from whom?
Could it possibly be from you?
There's much more to go
And I fear I'll never know