Vague

Burnt Out

Walking through life

As a shell of who I was.

Molded by my strife

I'm burnt out, because:

I can't remember.

My life spun on a spindle.

All fuel missing an ember.

Every spark without kindle,

I lack control,

Like a Marionette.

A ship without a hull.

An unwinnable bet.

Trying to climb a Mountain,

That is continuing to grow.

I am just a vulnerable man

Overwhelmed by the flow.

A maze without an exit

No one hearing my yells

My story being writ-

ten by someone else:

But I took up my torch

Burning away the webs

Lighting up my path

In hopes of overcoming

My other half.