I LAY ON MY BACK, LOOKING AT MY ROOF, AND JUST WONDERING;
WHAT CAN I DO.
WHAT CAN I SAY.
WHAT CAN I CHANGE.
WHAT EXACTLY CAN MY WORRIES DO.
NOTHING I SAY.
HAVING A ROUGH DAY, ROUGH WEEK AND YEAR, THE ANGER AND PAIN INJECTING ITSELF IN MY VAINS.
I HAVE DECIDED TO ACCEPT MY IMPERFECTIONS, MY REGRETS, MY LIFE THE WAY IT IS.
ONE THING HAVE I PROMISED MYSELF, TO FLOW WITH THE OCEAN, WHEREVER IT LEADS, I GO.
I CAN'T CHANGE ANYTHING, FOR LIFE IS MOLDING ME.
I CAN'T FIGHT LIFE, I HAVE BEEN BEATING BY LIFE SOO MANY TIMES.
MAYBE I CAN'T WIN, MAYBE IT'S MEANT TO BE THIS WAY.
WHAT THE FUCK AM I SAYING, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING, THIS ISN'T A POEM, I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT, I JUST HAVE TO LOOK ALIVE EVEN THOUGH AM DEAD INSIDE, I CAN'T GET ANY CLUE ABOUT WHAT'S HAPPENING NOW, AM JUST DONE, JUST DONE, I CAN ONLY FLOW WITH THE OCEAN OF LIFE, WHEREVER IT TAKES ME, I GO...

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