Another day passes by,
With me not knowing why.
A grin is plastered on my face,
Like a maniac running from something he hates;
yet I still enjoy the feeling of the chase.
The tension made it an ill-looking smile;
then the idea was washed over me.
I feel this way because...
I was useless.
I was useless yet did nothing to solve this problem.
I'll idly do something as I remember all the things that should've been done,
It haunts me
every second,
minute,
and hour.
I was a menace,
A menace to myself and everyone;
Felt like an actor reading a script.
But then again, someone said that life and all is like a play
And the world is a stage.
It makes everything feel surreal,
Like a living dream.
"Sometimes people are clouds,
they pass by without saying goodbye"
