As i look in front of me, i see a path
A path so straight that it seems infinitely going
As i walk down the path there was a smaller path to the side
That path was the time span of living here on the living ball hoping that i wont go insane of loneliness
That i wont punch someone in the face just because they shove me
That i wont be shedding a tear randomly on most nights
That i wont have to hide my emotions for too long before i implode on myself
That i wont have to write silly poems or motherfucking diaries, hoping to calm my nerves for another day