Sometimes
in the middle of the night
I sit in the middle of my country
in the middle of my state
in the middle of my town
in the middle of my neighborhood
in the middle of my house
in the middle of my room
in the middle of my bed
wondering
what the hell happened to my life?
and how the hell did I get here?
and as a matter of fact,
who the hell am I
and
what the hell am I planning to do
with the rest of my life?
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
Sometimes
in the middle of the night
I sit in the middle of my country
in the middle of my state
in the middle of my town
in the middle of my neighborhood
in the middle of my house
in the middle of my room
in the middle of my bed
wondering
what the hell happened to my life?
and how the hell did I get here?
and as a matter of fact,
who the hell am I
and
what the hell am I planning to do
with the rest of my life?
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