July 5 2019
16:38

And I ran out of time
Doing nothing, being nothing
Across the road is where my life prospers
But here I am on the other side, and, oh, how I wander
My mind craves freedom
The reason behind my sadness are the shackles
Shackles created by my own mind
The vulnerability of the situation
The mediocrity of anticipation
Knowing what lies ahead
Making me feel dizzy, afraid, fearful, frightened
The things I experience these days...
...are, but the by-product of my poor decision-making
The mediocrity of fighting
The complexity of dying
For when I retire to bed each night
All I wonder is where I am tonight
For when the next day comes
I'll still be here, stuck, and dying in the pale moonlight