Sadlifehappylife

 Warm drops drip 

Thoughts running this trip 

All day and night 

My one true rite  

I’m alone in this space 

With a mind of a maze

Don’t know start to end

It’s all in a bend 

Squeezed in between 

I’ve forgotten to dream 

And I’m lying on the floor 

Starting at a knob on the door 

I’m stuck

Legs held in this muck 

And I’m falling through

No hands to hold on to 

It’s all black, and space is spare 

If only to live I’d dare 

Would I see the light 

With all my might 

And pull myself up

Out of this self-fuck-up,

We call a life 

Full of strife 

With a few happy days 

While the stars hold my gaze 

And the moon shines away 

Until the sun brings a brand new, fucked up day 

(This one is for giving space to all the negative thoughts just as much we aspire to hold positive ones)