Sad and Done
Doesn’t seem if I understand anymore
Things I considerably understood
I don’t visit the places I used to know
Don’t think what’s evil and what is good
Sad and done, still I play my part
According to the predetermined text
Too much of events around, I depart
Don’t want to know what will come next
Not that I’m full of something important
Or I am overtly empty inside
Not that I want to do what I’m potent
To do, and I don’t, cause something I hide
But a massive tiredness of all this
Consumes me like Jonah was by the whale
I give up, despite that something I miss
Anyway it would lead to a stale.
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