I am not the one you want
I am the one you need

Its still today
So silent I can hear my own heat
Beating in my ears
Tears roll down my cheeks
Thoughts louder than
My beating heart
Reminding me of things
I'd much rather
forget

I am

I am so afraid that
My life feels stuck

The same routine
The same habits

Wake up
Go to work
Home
Sleep
Repeat

I find myself living
for the weekend
Ignoring the time between
Wishing away my days

It's hard to escape
This grind society
has plagued us with

We have to work to live
But there's hardly any
Life to live after work

Wake up
Go to work
Home
Sleep
Repeat

I am

I am stuck in this
Endless loop of time
Slipping away

wishing away my days

Living for the weekend.

Time is drifting

Love comes and goes

I'm sitting here with my windows closed

Staring out

Never figuring anything out

What should my life be about...

We don't get it.

The probability of you and I being born
is 1 in 400 TRILLION!

We don't get it.

Being able to experience life
should be wonderful
But...

We don't get it.

We destroy ourselves
Our surroundings over

And over...

And over again.

Humanity just doesn't get it.

Flowers bloom
Every afternoon
Blue skies gloom
Morning comes soon
Clouds loom
Winds will swoon

"What does the colour gold look like?"
Asked the blind man.

"Gold is like the feeling of the sun kissing your skin.
It's like the taste of the purest honey on your tongue.
It's like a warm hug from someone close to you.
I imagine gold is what hope feels like.
That is what the colour gold looks like."