Only a few days ago,
I thought,
as worse as it is,
it couldn't get anyworse,
as worse at it was,
it was more than only terrible,
at worse as it worse,
it couldn't get anyworse,
but it got,
worse,
up to now.
How could it be as it is?
How could it be possible?
Somewhere I have to hit the ground,
but as much I fell,
it should happen already.
Why is world,
as it is?
Why did I beleived,
I could somewhere find an end?
World is a circle,
and it moves every second,
I fall down,
everytime around this circle.
Why is worls so as it is?
Why so,
and why not otherway?
Why do I always choose the wrong way?
Why, always me?
