Lucky Broken Girl

Off the wake-up, open my eyes and start seeking some clarity. A never-ending search for ‘someone like me’ I guess I’m rich in rarity No doubt, I have everything a girl could ever want Starting to feel like I’m just my mom in a different font What could I possibly be longing for? My life’s one big blissful whirlwind-wind of whirl- feel like I’m just a very lucky broken girl. Who to please? God or me? I know the answer seems obvious-but everything ain’t what it seem. If it weren’t for my mom? Who would I be? If I had time with my dad? Would I have more security? serenity? Something to ground me and surrender me? Who to be? What to choose? In return, will I gain for what I lose? Lie down and close my eyes, say my prayers, pray to God for some clarity. Why’s nobody tell you you can yearn to such severity?