smileyfish
Ex-Bluelighter
Two more hours
Days like these,
Where I loose my sense of purpose,
When the motions seem too pointless
To partake in, even on autopilot.
Times like these,
When I don’t know how this started,
Only that somehow
I lost myself in the confusion.
Wandering down the backstreets of my mind,
Sidetracked down an alley by a fleeting glimpse
Of something that reminds me of a place it seems I used to know.
Thoughts like these,
Self-indulgent depressive ramblings,
When I lack the motivation
To make something of the day.
States like this,
Where all I do is wonder
How the hell I ended up here
When I’ve been so much before.
Days like these,
Where I loose my sense of purpose,
When the motions seem too pointless
To partake in, even on autopilot.
Times like these,
When I don’t know how this started,
Only that somehow
I lost myself in the confusion.
Wandering down the backstreets of my mind,
Sidetracked down an alley by a fleeting glimpse
Of something that reminds me of a place it seems I used to know.
Thoughts like these,
Self-indulgent depressive ramblings,
When I lack the motivation
To make something of the day.
States like this,
Where all I do is wonder
How the hell I ended up here
When I’ve been so much before.
