I read the words, but coming from me nothing is ever poetic.
I'm at the bottom, feeling a little less than copacetic.
I'm on the brink of packing up and leaving.
I don't know if it's just me, but this life seems a little too deceiving.
Where do you go when you've lost your hopes and dreams?
Lately my world has been falling apart at the seams.
Hope comes, and just as easily dissipates.
Maybe i'd have more drive if it weren't my life at stake.
So what am i even hoping for?
I'm not sure, there are no open doors.
Maybe it's not hope that's brought into question.
Maybe it's my thoughts or actions or my lack of recollection.
How do i get up when it's all smoke and mirrors?
I guess i'm just inferior because my life seems so unclear.
So i'll keep the bottle close while i gather up my hopes.
As i try to keep on going, hoping i don't choke.