Though another year is past,
I feel locked on my current path,
nothing changed but nothing died,
I will always have to hide.
Am I human or am I not?
I feel unlike my current lot.
Will I die?
Or will I lie?
The sheer unimportance of it all,
is enough to make one fall.
This life of mine,
is like a ball of twine,
It would unravel at any minute,
for I do not know my limit.
Docs everything lovely end?
Or is it simple a reality bend?
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