Life makes me wonder

so much now.

When will I see them?

Will I want to?

Why am I writing lefty?

The plane, not come,

my mind dwells

on events now over.

I've seen what I wanted,

but still not satisfied.

Tears dry on my face

It's the same as before.

Less time now, not a long wait,

I go back to friends,

and I'm leaving them, too.

Confused, sad, depressed, mad,

I don't know what to think.