Little things don't bring me pleasure anymore
My past has memories that often leave me feeling sore
My future tempts me with its bait
But I don't have the motivation in me, I don't want to work and wait
I want it now, I want the pleasure and the money
I want satisfaction to knock on my door and engulf me
I'm tired of working in silence without an urge to go on
I feel monotonous dancing to the same song
My troubles are the same, but I am not
I don't think I've been growing a lot.
My mind is a warzone with countless voices
Tripping over one another, urging me to make more choices
I know what's next, but I cant bring myself to move
How long will I have to wait to finally find my groove?
I miss the old me who had it all figured out
This uncertainty is killing me inside out
Factor luck into it and I almost lose all my breath
As if I wasn't already just a hair's breadth from a premature death
My body looks weak and my mind is battered
I keep yearning for a day when this will no longer matter
When I will smile back at this and feel proud
Of the obstacles that are in my way that will then merely be a cloud
As I will sit in a field of roses enjoying the cool breeze
Finally free, finally at ease.
-Vaish
(16/6/22)
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A/N: Well, that's my thought process these days in a nutshell. Took me a month to pen it down right, but I think it was worth it. Don't you?
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