thought this was everything
turns out i wasted much time
been stuck in a rut for a while now
wondering if i’ll ever get back & be fine

longing for clarity when all there is haze
like a blind man turning corners in his mind of a maze

there will be tears there have been plenty
yet the pool of darkness is nowhere near empty

spending time already past is gonna add up quickly
sending thoughts to the future like: who will then miss me?

the weight of the world will it ever be lifted
will i be gifted with a shifted mind again?
climb again?
throw rocks into the ocean tide to my pain?

I’ll have to find out.