The Next Level
I promised myself that I wouldn’t turn around.
The world used to make sense, well up until now.
My legs and my arms are looking thinner than ever.
Foot-steps step away from the scene.
My potential cannot be caught up in this inevitable bullshit.
My life can’t get caught up in this…
I don’t belong with these people, and I will drag them down.
Down to my level where I find comfort.
I don’t cascade along a track level home like a housewife.
I’m a being, tired as fuck and retired as of now.
Happiness never found me, and I might as well burn my house down.
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