Wake up again.
The mildew is running through my nose.
I see the door.
From far across.
The sound of the birds are loud, which ones?
I don’t see the clouds.
Feels heavy, I’m tired.
How do I cut the wired?
It won’t let me go.
How do I glow?
Each turn taking me deeper to nowhere.
Is that even fair?
Stuck. Worried. Paralyze.
How come I don’t realize?
Need to end this fight.
Have a goal in my life.
I feel lost.
Where should I go?
Wake up again.
The thought of being lost consumes my mind.
Am I have to stay behind?
I know I have to shine.
Let me take a glass of wine.