There's a future I can't see,
a blank canvas before me,
it's like it wasn't supposed to exist...
or was it?
Can't tell if it's bright or dark,
misty fog enveloping,
making my view hazy
or am I just too lazy?
To raise my eyes and start gazing
at the path I shouldn't be taking
into the nothingness,
worthless existence I've been living.
Makes me wonder if my choices
really mattered or were just noises
disrupting the harmony of others?
Am I destined to fade,
be forgotten and cast away?
This always happens to me,
solely, purely, unlucky me.
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 6:09 PM UTC
There's a future I can't see,
a blank canvas before me,
it's like it wasn't supposed to exist...
or was it?
Can't tell if it's bright or dark,
misty fog enveloping,
making my view hazy
or am I just too lazy?
To raise my eyes and start gazing
at the path I shouldn't be taking
into the nothingness,
worthless existence I've been living.
Makes me wonder if my choices
really mattered or were just noises
disrupting the harmony of others?
Am I destined to fade,
be forgotten and cast away?
This always happens to me,
solely, purely, unlucky me.
A reflection on the terrifying silence of an unwritten future. Its about that moment when you try to visualize your next step, but the fog of expectations makes everything disappear.
