Cal Wg

To my friends

Eyes fuzzed by mindless diligence
Heart drowned in despair
The narrow world of forlornness has piled my ears with tons of perpetual toxic thoughts
My brain, my brain that used to be supportive of me has lost its very ability and wits in oblivion
My late grand-father, he was living to a ripe old age, no sign of gaga attitude. Today, I grasped the atrocity of early dementia, my early memory loss.
Phlegm has never been easy to deal with, you see my bosom friend!
Tell me candidly whether I should carry on. I miss your persuasive advice.
You put a lot of trust in me. And what I’m pleading is your forgiveness, your compassion.
For an unprivileged lad like me, this journey offers quite challenging battles.
I practically lost all my feathers. My endeavor eventually emerged futile.