Nowhere

I thought of how my life seemed at the moment.

I find my life a still river

Going nowhere

stagnent dreams

and shattered hopes

a retired life- dying early

Redundant in pattern

I go home to three separate worlds

two lives with a disorder

What would happen if it were to go away?

If I were to fade away?

Would it change?

I go to my educated life

Monday - Friday

A dull endless frustration-

I don't regret to of started

Crossing paths with many futures

whats one that's missing going to matter?

I return to my disfunctional prison

to restart my redundant troubles

Supressed with lonesomeness I let myself bleed

dry tears mixing in the stuffy air

I float through these days with no purpose