Jun 2017
06/07/17
Once more I am in nowhere;
Surrounded by people who know nothing;
Nothing of the grief I hold;
As I stagnate in the standstill of my time,
Revolving are the worlds around me.
The black sheep begs the wolf to eat him;
But even the predators elude him.
Such a sullen fate;
Yet the black sheep is grateful;
**As he says his last goodbyes.
Once more I am in nowhere;
Surrounded by people who know nothing;
Nothing of the grief I hold;
As I stagnate in the standstill of my time,
Revolving are the worlds around me.
The black sheep begs the wolf to eat him;
But even the predators elude him.
Such a sullen fate;
Yet the black sheep is grateful;
**As he says his last goodbyes.
I guess a useless journal
Now more senseless than ever
Now more senseless than ever
