As it goes
from nothing to nowhere
Ideas
flying, surpassing existance
By rising
as a bad choice
Better to
be taken on some mood
Or remain
in this blurry internal chaos
I really
don’t know
Unfinished
stuff goes big
As we try
to solve issues
As we spend
time in paradox
We’re
passionate with pain
It really
makes me stronger?
I really
don’t know
All of it
just seems the same for all of us
The useless
worries that everyone cries for
The energy
spent in trying not to get tired
The time
thrown away, trying to buy us some more time
I’m
probably gonna rest on my problems like a bed
How to
solve it?
I really
don’t know,
But it doesn’t
matter.
