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Full stomach. Full energy.

Yet, why do I feel so tired.

I want time to stop, freeze in the moment I am in.

So that I can roam free, none ever changing.

I want to see it all. Frozen in front of my eyes.

The beautiful sceneries in the world.

Stricken with beauty it beholds one’s heart, only never to let go.

The wondrous universe we live in.

The secrets that are beyond man and beyond God.

The utter dump of evil. The sluggish abomination of greed.

Satan’s playground, the puppets and the puppeteers all too familiar.

It’s plain nothingness, and of everything.

Everything it beholds, yet proceeds for seemingly without meaning.

Is there out there who thinks like me.

Is it thinking highly of myself? If so, then why am I such?

Why do I value myself still, when all I see from me is worthlessness?

Is doubt the only thing that is there for me to touch?

Warm heartfelt embraces or cold calming stillness.

Which do I desire?

It would be nice to drown in the see of fantasy.

If it means just for a little bit, I can be whatever I may be.

To avoid the grasps of reality, for all eternity.

Time’s clock ever ticking, yet still stuck on the same second, minute, hour.

Is it really so bad to see the future, to live in it forever?

I seek no shelter than iron gears.

I pleasure without doubt, at the hands of every tick.

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