Once again sitting in a room containing four white walls
Behind my laptop where I pass through the Gates
away from Reality, day to day every single day
without restraint I stare at the screen
which metaphorically locks my mind away
My roommate's self made drink
I've been stuffing in my face
Alcohol keeps the pressure at bay
On my table a few plates
left over food remains
old curry symbolically
looking like my lungs
as if they say:
don't smoke, or in a few years you'll regret it everyday
Empty bowl of yoghurt,
remnants of some healthy food I ate
all desperate attempts to balance
my life, sometimes it's hard not to hate
When will I see some light?
But I guess that's a negative perspective
unfit for the current situation
because right now I am what the title states.