I drift through days like smoke on wind,
No path, no aim, just thick and thin.
The hours blur in faded gray,
Another night, another day.
I've lost the spark, the fire, the fight,
Can't feel the sun, don't want the light.
The food's just tasteless, the dreams, unclear,
I don't know why I ended here.
The world's a blur, I stand still,
A void, a weight, I can't refill.
I grasp for joy, for peace, for rest,
But nothing settles in my chest.
I don't know what I'm reaching for,
An open sky or bolted door.
I drift, I breathe, I'm here, I guess,
But can't escape this emptiness.
Somehow I'm living, but not alive,
Just trying to make it, to survive.
A haze, a shadow, passing through—
But what's the point, I wish I knew.
