Nothing seems to interest me these days Neither reading nor sleeping Even writing seems tiringπ«, Talking to people seems exhausting And socialising too'..... boring Food most especially; all taste the same And hunger unusually doesn't feel like pain Movies and games even..... couldn't keep my brain at bay
See, most times, I just get weak, tired and sick And sleeping on its part, doesn't come with ease The future too; seems blurry to see Knowing that nothing is promised to be Knowing we could work as hard as we need.... but still nothing achieved Knowing our destiny and dreams could go unfulfilled. Knowing that our end result could be nothing but filth Knowing that the promise land is nothing but myth