It's in the future that I wonder if I will be different.
I am lazy.
My brother is right.
I can't stop sinking into it
Into my vices
Because the world is just...
My head is loud and my body is thick
and I wonder if I keep the voices open
I'll start listening
and I'll realize that I am unhappy
My life is not leading where I want it to
And regardless of that
Every time I try to think of where I want it to lead
The answer leaves my grasp.
I just know my next steps
I know the next step is mine
It's small and a foothold into my journey
It is the next one
And the next one
But I don't know all of them
And I don't know if they're leading where I want them to
I don't know where I want them to lead yet
I know I'll cross that bridge when I get there
How far is that bridge
Will I be dead before I reach it?
My soul gone from this world
My steps unfinished
My work for nothing
It doesn't upset me to think that
for some odd reason
Tolkiens sons published his books
Van Gogh was discovered after he fell
And we read Shakespeare to this day
Death is never permanent
You are remembered
I want to be remembered
Please let me be remembered