Contemplation
So tell me, my dear self What do you want? What am I supposed to do? Cause lately I am stressed about you You are sick This life gets you pathetic You tremble Your house is cold and miserable So tell me What ruins your mind? What breaks your bone? What drags you down? Cause I don't know I really don't know Twenty nineteen isn't seemly your year But how can I help you here? Some people are trying to give you a hand You have to leave this terrify land You are too fragile in the dark Wish you could quickly spot the spark You are too tired to speak Wish you could shout it out on the peak Cause I don't know I really don't know Sometimes I hear you had a nice dream Sometimes I hear a day you want to scream Sometimes I hear you wake up easily Sometimes I hear you cry all the misery So tell me, my dear self What do you want? What am I supposed to do? Cause I love you A city, 9/4/19 P.