The future is an unpredictable at best,  
Never tired of feasting on my nerves.
My untitled foe continuing my misery,
Making me feel less and less human
The only comfort coming from the trees  
Offering me a taste of their freedom.
By the view of their branches.
Tasting freedom is lonely.    
And I can't hardly handle being alone this long
Convinced I am worth only pennies.  
But the space between my ears is full of ideas.
And this is simply a window to view them
Thoughts for a penny,
As my worth degrades.