So many things, but now I'm done
Unwritten thoughts will perish quickly
Persistence sometimes helps, except
Perhaps it shouldn't go as swiftly
Of course it's never like you've dreamt
Surrounded by the days like twins
Erratic state. My box is full of broken things
Damn. I'd only keep the ones to which my heart leans
Tomorrow I'll forget the thoughts that matter
Ongoing doubt that makes me stutter
Becomes a constant, like a weather trait, a fog
Either of ways I'll turn it always comes along
How complex is being simple
Had I known how I was supposed to behave
A silly thought: I'm deaf to my old wave
Vacation calls and I can't stay
Either I go or idk