Late night meandering rhymings

Feeling uninspired
Feeling like nothing has transpired
I even had to look up that word
It was something that I've heard
But didn't know what it meant

Feeling kinda tired
Feeling like my brain has been rewired
What's the big deal
With writing how I feel
All that time spent

Writing out the lines
As if lines could make my paths straight
As if lines could get rid of all the hate
As if lines could tell my fate

I'll give you my hand
Maybe then you'd understand
Not that lines could tell my fate
Not that hands could ever equate
To what is felt inside

But hand in hand
Even if you still don't understand
No longer alone to keep the pace
No longer alone the world to face
No longer a need to hide