Back and forth,
Take that fork
And live your life
The best you can
Till you realise
It wasn't what you could
Truly reach in your life.
Back and forth,
Believe in a dead dream
With your pen as a friend
And your desk as a mother.
It nurtures you
Till your back hurts
And your sight goes straight
To the mess of your life.
Back and forth,
Worthless decisions
Of circuits and robots,
A controlled life
That you didn't choose.
Back and forth,
You realise
It's too late
And it comes to an end.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
PoetryMelancholia • A mental condition characterized by great depression of spirits and gloomy forebodings.
