What bothers you most? at the very core of your being what is your greatest woe?
the constant thorn, since you were born,
as contentment seems to appear, the age old truth rears it's despairing head,
the only truth, the only fear,
that I will always owe a debt I cannot pay, the gift of life, only a loan,
I owe everything I am and own to a womb and a seed that was once sown,
I hate this debt.
This constant guilt,
I owe my existance to a night of suposed passion,
a surprise child,
I wasn't planned,
my unpayable debt to a woman and man.
Where is justice?
Did I ask for this life? Who asked them to have me? Why did they burden me with a
life on Loan?
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