What else is out there waiting for me?
This can’t be it.
This can’t be life.
This can’t be my life.
Day after day.
Same after same.
Dull, bored, nothing.
I don’t feel a thing.
Cut after cut.
High after high.
Is there anything else out there?
Any risks to be taken?
Wandering alone as the night falls.
Running, screaming, laughing, anger.
No weakness.
No tears.
No turning back.
Step after step.
Dreary, hopeless, nothing.
I tumble.
I crash.
I’m headed nowhere.
Nothing to prove.
No one to follow.
Empty, broken, bored.
Come back down to earth.
Everything’s the same.
I still feel nothing.
