I can't keep going like this, Tired, as though each breath might be my last. The threads unravel; I feel myself slip, Living has lost its flavor, its joy, its grasp. I wish I could rewind the clock, To times where wonder painted my skies. But now, I can't be who I long to be, The truth in my heart remains disguised. Who am I? Who are we? Where do we go, and what is our purpose? Questions swirl in the heavy air, Answers seem distant, hidden, or worthless. I can't bear this weight anymore, A soul adrift in a storm's endless roar.
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 3:59 PM UTC
I can't keep going like this, Tired, as though each breath might be my last. The threads unravel; I feel myself slip, Living has lost its flavor, its joy, its grasp. I wish I could rewind the clock, To times where wonder painted my skies. But now, I can't be who I long to be, The truth in my heart remains disguised. Who am I? Who are we? Where do we go, and what is our purpose? Questions swirl in the heavy air, Answers seem distant, hidden, or worthless. I can't bear this weight anymore, A soul adrift in a storm's endless roar.