how can i?
i halt.
my pen stops and i wonder what to write.
so many mistakes, so many failures
i wonder who i am.
am i an example of how you should not be?
am i an experiment of how lowly one can be?
am i the one who is made to stray in open fields and fear?
i really don't know.
i question it time to time.
this too, is a time like that
how can i be so obtuse at times
how can i abuse my life
how can i be a ******, a fool, a witty ghoul
all at once yet
yet this always eat my eyes when i try to sleep at night