Am I a dreamer, or just insane,
A goner, a ****** lost in vain?
These silly poems, these strained-out lines,
They change exactly
nothing, not a sign.
I’m only staining paper white,
Just like my thoughts, which blur my mind.
Be my judge—
is that alright?
Set me free, or end the fight.
Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 5:20 PM UTC
Am I a dreamer, or just insane,
A goner, a ****** lost in vain?
These silly poems, these strained-out lines,
They change exactly
nothing, not a sign.
I’m only staining paper white,
Just like my thoughts, which blur my mind.
Be my judge—
is that alright?
Set me free, or end the fight.