So this is floating along Every step is a grasp, Sanity's lost to the deranged Managing only a gasp. Just like the next Having no hold on life, Lost in the shuffle Surrendering to the strife. Not knowing where to go Following one another, An eternally fixed circle Falling down upon the other. Striving for some difference In a monotonous place, Another swig of beer Distortion of his own face. Life is strewn over the floor Piece by piece, A jumble of words His inspiration on cease. Frustration simply overcoming Losing desire to free, Slowly, ever so slowly Drifting into obscurity.
Reason for writing:
I just thought about how difficult it was to let my thoughts be transferred onto paper, when other emotions are in the way.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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