what am i doing?
what do i appear to be doing
is there a purpose
is there a reason for it all?

i sit here on a chair wondering
what am i pondering
in the future to come
as i go numb

i'm being forced into something
something to me derailing
why do i have to make a decision
on what i don't wish upon.

isn't it my right to speak
can't i feel weak
when i want to
or do what i want to

this force to be reckoned with
this force that seems to be a myth
what is it, destiny?
or the end of me?