So many words,
Molten lava,
Over sensitive heart,
Hurt emotions,
Hyper-active brain,
Remains of few yesterday's dreams,
Fear of dreaming again,
Missing positive spark,
Lost genuine laughter,
Burst bubbles,
Comfort zone,
But need to go out of the box.
Mere survival or excellence?
So finally the judgement announced..
You are pointless.
A mere bubble
With a second long life.
The wings that you had were illusionary.
Emotions or logic?
You tried to change what you are
Now you can't be recognized.
You are a string..
Ready to break..
Go sink into that chair and wonder
Slow down because you are direction less.
The faster you go,
The sooner you will get lost.
You are judged..
Your every move..
Your every breath,
Is being mapped.
Good? Bad? Ugly?
Lol God knows..
This is rock bottom..
Fooled by words
Always.
Then you soothe your wounds
With the salt of your tears.
What's the point?
Stop and look at yourself
Who are you?
Where do you want to be?
What are you doing about it today?
You are taking steps in the dark
You are aiming nowhere..
You are lost and no one is looking for you..
The judgement has been announced
You are pointless.
