'Life should go jump off a Parachute'

Clearing my Mind

I familiarise with the night sky a lot.
Black is really pretty.
It gives me enough time to think about
the results of my own pity.

Every time I look up, I see a chance to let out this thought.
In the silence and in the dark with my stomach tied in a knot.

I overthink about myself and wonder if I'm really me.
But the truth does not fall in scenarios, but in the reality.
I can't do right, every action seems like a downfall.
I can't act proper, every motion is a scandal.

Why can't I appreciate more?
Why can't I be pensive?
What is even there to do, when there are things I must ignore?

It's all just a blur. My mind can't endure.
Clearing my Mind is sure one big chore.

The feeling of uncertainty must be wept away
But all I can do is stare outside the window, and pray.