And when i sleep, tomorrow comes.
Tomorrow, is what i fear.
Can’t stand still,
And i can’t move on.
Trying to wrap my mind around it.
Don’t know what to hold on to,
When i’m falling.
And everything on the way down,
Hits me in the face.
Yet i have everything,
And still feel so empty.
Staring in the void.
Thinking.
-Beautiful-©