I don’t know what will come next to me
The biggest hug or uncanny face?
Will it last forever or just the phase?
Being tortured by constant anxiety
I am slowly looking to the window
Trying to figure out something
Trying to prepare everything
Diving into the concept of tomorrow
I am sweating so badly
I feel the stinky tormentation
I feel the stinky frustration
I am taking it so seriously
I am seeing and listening to this ride
And trying to figure out what happens inside.