Endless thoughts, blocking out the truth
Feeling through my thoughts for a consolation
Hoping for a reprieve.
Why would it change?
Why should it change?
I don’t deserve it.
It’s all been mapped out for me, a path to follow
Redundant, redundant
Movements that that carry no gravity, a voiceless word
Maybe I am the problem, maybe it is selfish?
To hope for a different outcome, to defy the proven.
But for know I struggle on, half in half out.
My mind a thought-factory, my senses dulled.
I don’t need friends, I don’t need things.
They are useless to me because I,
Live my life through a window
