Sitting in my mind,
The most comfortable chair,
Relaxation making me blind,
What my ears hear,
Is sweet and innocent,
Screams of careless joy,
The background it compliments,
Running as a boy,
Growing to a man,
Losing myself to understand,
Is what I can,
With a detailed plan,
From others not myself,
Far from the path,
Straying insight of wealth,
Horrible choices I say,
Too dark to see,
Blind leading the way,
To bottom of sea,
With the bricks held,
Too much to kick,
Lungs begin to swell,
The water to thick,
To breathe any air,
As I start suffocating,
I see it clear,
I have died anticipating