My life is a nightmare that I cannot escape
A way too long novel with nothing to say
My life is a joke, and I am the punchline
That makes the crowd laugh as I die inside
Tell me then why should I try to be nice
When I never feel fine, and the time that goes by
Only erodes my mind?
When the answers I beg from the divine
Never are heard, and never arrive?
Oh, why should I try
When the future's a mystery
And the present's a prankster
The past only hurt me
With things that don't matter?
Why?
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Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.
PoetryOld poems, cellphone notes, and long lost verses that I've recently re-discovered.
