WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE?
Just how much of the day is occupied with thoughts, makes time go away.
In a day, there are so many opportunities to do good.
I just cannot seem to fulfill them all.
But the hope of doing good in a world so bad makes life precious.
Pain is the web in my body, I weaved it and I wear it.
Music is the medicine I drink so the pain goes away.
But since the pain comes back, I doubt I can keep doing this.
I invested in someone else’s dream, now all I have are nightmares.
My dream to be the best mind in history is slipping away from my grasp.
Like everyone else got their chance to make their name famous.
I just might disappear and fly away in the sands of time.
Disillusioned by the illusion of home, I cannot look away.
At a breaking point, wondering where do I go from here?