I am overly disappointed in myself
I am calm and empty like wind blowing through a bottle
I have alot to achieve but no time as age doubles
Doubting my ability is such a pain or should a man not know when to give up

I am tired and restless
Watching my planted trees with no fruits
They said the light is at end of the tunnel, its where i stand but darkness awaits
Where do i go
The broken limbs, the altered faces
Fasten away my worries for i ask where is my tomorrow

The champion in me collapsed long before
Though i still tall. My tall breaks to shortness
I am away from my normality
Dying slowly