three years ago..
lying on the bed side the vast , seemingly endless pile of books
staring at the ceiling
observing how the fan lazily rotates
slashing the air
wondering where this life might take me
unknown territories to be explored
the entire world to be explored
i'm just young, dazed and confused
wondering what happens next
waiting for life to happen

now..
drinking my life away
smoking away like there is no tomorrow
staring at immovable objects
hoping they could talk back
give me some insight
looking for the unkind future to be kind to me
staring at this dark room
hoping against all hope
someday...
anyday...
maybe tomorrow..
maybe my next life..
eternal sunshine for my damaged soul
i just lay there till sleep triumphs over me