My life is So full of
Half starts, incompletion,
Should've, could've, would've,
My regrets ride On my back
Like I'm the One they've saddled.
I have mastered
The very elegant
Art of inexistence.
I've become so
Totally lost In being afraid
Of my life That I've forgotten
To even live.
This isn't living.
Don't hate anyone.
Does that include myself?
Scratch that. Currently lacking a self.
I'll stumble into faith. Or life.
Or faith in life.
No more. Never. Can't live like this.
Scratch that. Not really living.
Caffeine may keep me awake, but
What can coffee do for an empty soul?
The answer is nothing.
I can mend an empty soul. My empty soul.
Even as I dream of paradise while stuck on the ground.
Time to live.
Time to wake up.
There can't be any incompletes this time.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
My life is So full of
Half starts, incompletion,
Should've, could've, would've,
My regrets ride On my back
Like I'm the One they've saddled.
I have mastered
The very elegant
Art of inexistence.
I've become so
Totally lost In being afraid
Of my life That I've forgotten
To even live.
This isn't living.
Don't hate anyone.
Does that include myself?
Scratch that. Currently lacking a self.
I'll stumble into faith. Or life.
Or faith in life.
No more. Never. Can't live like this.
Scratch that. Not really living.
Caffeine may keep me awake, but
What can coffee do for an empty soul?
The answer is nothing.
I can mend an empty soul. My empty soul.
Even as I dream of paradise while stuck on the ground.
Time to live.
Time to wake up.
There can't be any incompletes this time.
