Be present
Be a peasant
Yet aiming to become a king of something
knew it’d be unpleasant
I question the grass in wondering if it’s real
I’m so ignorant of the world and myself
it’s hopeless
eyes flickering due to neurosis
I wish I knew who I am
Who I want to be
goddamn
I just cant figure out
the fuck is my inability?
I never thought I would be so afraid of the future.
And I wish I stopped comparing it to the past.
I don’t have the energy anymore.
Like they say, good things never last.