staring blind; there'sonly
darkness
bothered by too many thoughts

thoughts of this scattered
world
filled with only bitterness


the more i try to ease my mind
the more sorrow i feel

the more i try to find the
problem
the less it seems to care


walking through a land of memories
a world that's now irrelevant

tomorow's comming much to close
still i've got no peace of mind


getting angry at myself
because of my self-compassion
as if there are no other problems

than the life of luxury i live

reality is fading away

finally my mind is slipping blanc
already sk's turning grey
arival of another day