I'm too sleepy and too tired

But I write this so that
someone else can get inspired to write.

Despair, despair, despair.
This world's without a care.

Nah, I won't do some dumb rhyme,
I'm just here to get my thoughts out.
I've got to worry about money, love, health...
It isn't enough just making it out of bed today.
I've got all these dreams, passions, ideals,
and no way to actually reach them.
Sure, it'd be fun to live apart from everyone.
Sure, I wouldn't mind falling in love.
Sure, everyone wants a job.

If only self-confidence and physical and mental capabilities were achievable
and anxiety wasn't my best friend.

Welcome to the ugly subconscious of a comedian.

Who killed of his stained memories to stop the crowd from laughter.

She sat at the corner of my mind
Comfortably installing herself.

It's raining luck
And I'm sitting here under an umbrella

I don't have the words
To express how I feel
So I'll leave you with this

An empty space in the wrong place
*Lines of nothingness

He would stick all his dreams inside a bottle
Then throw it away into the sea
Watching it slowly being carried away by the water
Reaching to a being in the sky if he'll ever see tomorrow
He keeps gazing at the bottle
Hoping it would stay afloat
So he could share his dreams and hopes
With another lost soul
But instead the bottle sinks
And doesn't seem visible from the far
So now his dreams are kept secret
Only the bottom of the sea knows how he feels