WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE?

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?

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