misschief

I have settled for the unnecessary grievances of standing still.

I try to keep up with time but it has become physically impossible.
My mind tries to compute and analyze where it is that I went wrong
and in an endless scatter of actions and thoughts it just gives up.
"The possibilities are endless," my mind says.

Wasting away, wondering around in a daze, and giving up to the grip of self loathing.
I see no color during day,
no possibilities at night.

A cup of coffee and a cigarette give a yellowish shade to a smile that once was there.

I'll settle for watching life move on around me
while I'm here standing still just thinking of you.