Eternal Optimist

A distorted focus A false illusion of glee that is yearned boom. While ignoring hopeless let thoughts teach that we haven’t learned boom. Shedding tears never stops the shock value of nothingness boom. I volunteered to be adopted by the government boom. Too late for regret never to soon for dread boom. Maybe I should have went to college instead boom. Surrounded by silhouettes and shadows I call friends boom. In all reality they’re only entities my optimum apprehends boom. Not much time left I’m hoping the sky is a nightmare boom. Not much time left I’ll open my eyes when I get there.