Dissatisfaction

The world can have just too much,
Too many people and too many ways,
To express yourself through too many avenues,
To leave you in dismay,

To leave you stunned and confused about,
The direction that you are heading,
And where the enemy lies keeps you awake,
Because you don't want to see any fighting,

For what you believe in because it's not that clear,
And the world's supposed to give you the room,
To take the time, while not hurting anyone,
To understand your own tune.

That's not all, right?
There's something else brewing underneath.
An intense wish for what you don't have,
That will never be what you need.