and here i lay,
on the endless fields of time.
watching, thinking, regretting,
everything i was doing.
the chances that passed my way,
i didn't grab them, so they went astray.
and now i sit back,
weighing everything that i lack.
it isn't the end of the world yet,
but i do know that the future is grim.
because the opportunity that i had,
was already growing slim.
so i eternally wander these fields,
trying to relieve my shattered soul.
i do not plan on doing anything,
because now, it's useless to have a goal.
