is this anger
is this anxiety
or is this madness?
days turn into nights
in the blink of an eye
and here am i
the whole day was wasted
in thoughts and suppositions
predictions maybe?
why do i pretend to care at all
when all this is just a walk
yes, i guess that's what it is
life is a walk
and i don't feel like sprinting
because if i sprint
i won't be able to see nature
and all its greenness
and the waves crashing

i guess you can say i'm mad
rather than say i'm sad