Shed some light

I was raised in a french-north-african fam
which means that comfort has a straight translation to food
good food.

Hence when I'm truly troubled
lost
a good guess would be to find me wandering
at the market
anykind

not to eat
no hunger
just a need to believe again
in things that are simple and truly good



Then laden with these quality possessions
I get to my home
look at the fridge brimming
in this naive notion
that now
no harm can come upon me
Im armed and ready

how sad..

Oh man I'm such a tired babee
not sure if I'm cut out to be a grown up
in this crazed fucked up world

How does one do it really?

I must have daydreamed
when they gave out the instructions..