I don’t want to think
I’m stressed of the world.
When I wake up, I fall back asleep.
My childhood dream of becoming something has turned into nothing.
Nor how much I learn, I’ll always be behind.
To newer beings that controls my mind.
It takes one, but none of us can stand.
We have faith in a fallen blankness .
The old grasp, the young bleeds.
You can’t change death.
You will leave this world and everything in it.
And when you close your eyes and life flashes by.
Remember this was your own demise.
Copyright © Doeley Anani | Year Posted 2026
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