Honestly, my intentions were confusing
Been to this and that, doesn't know where it leads
I kinda believe that I'm subservient to my disintegrating mind
Stuck in this loop, why revolt, when you can just let it be
When there's nothing worth to find,
When there is is nothing good to see

I sat and fled, an albatross with decreasing feather
Doesn't decide, wherever direction, it spread its rusty wings
Took cover beneath a rain shower, it cower it's head
Shut its eyes, nausea, an enraged storm of thoughts within the mind filled by extravagant feelings
It cries subsequently with the rain, releasing it's pain
An insane bird that soars above the mesmerizing skies,
Sometimes upon the chilling climate of the midnight, half blinded yet persevering just to feel something
Just to be back on the ground thinking it had done something that is remarkable
A little bit of joy, a much...