Staring at the ceiling
I wished there was something
I could think of
Embrace of
But all what\'s left
Is my resolutions
My problems
And the word, how ?
The door of the exit out of this box
Which is stuck in my head is nowhere near
But i am still trying like a fool
Who\'s head is inside a box
Where there is no exit.
I have emotions and feeling
But i don\'t know why
I don\'t know what to call this