With my last breath,I sit by myself rocking my old chair.
I recount my struggles,wins and caprices of life as I realise my journey throughout this sad world has been a scam.
Reminiscing on old things past,and preparing for what is yet to come, as my thoughts and I become an inseparable pair.
The numerous inevitable outcomes of my decisions in life,finding what defines who I am.

But the end looms,and at my lowest of lows,I remember my long past experiences.
All my feelings of euphoria,despair and contempt all lingering reminiscences.
But I am dat I am,I am me and you are you;in this sad world.

© That_Guy