You know those days of misery where I think of being unborn,
Not treading across the paths and words I have till today,
But that’s not how it’s meant to be,
I was supposed to be born.
Now I am here,
And my life is in shambles,
I’ve lost a love and aged in my memories,
I cripple past the present days,
Picking myself up,
Wondering how my mind had wandered a thousand years from the last time I felt joy.
I can hear life hiss at me,
I protest when you don’t believe me,
But wait now don’t you see?
The clouds are covering each inch of gloom and misery,
Your claims of forever after and mine of infinity.
They dissolve beneath the ground,
I’m tired of going in circles round and round.
Why do you spin me when you said we would lie down,
Now I’m tired and you’re lying on the floor,
It’s my turn to lie down and sleep.
Now you spin around.