Zack.

Sunday

Mind- blank

chest- pain

hope- faint;

Regret a past,

uncertain fate;

Imagine great things,

yet somehow never happen;

Reflect what was done,

nothing seems to come;

Down goes the sun,

another day awaits;

So much ambition,

so little incentive;

Now wait,

re-enter the state;

Many obstacles ahead,

hopeless alone in bed;

 

Mind- blank