Streams of tears on the bathroom floor,
Headaches, heartaches and then some more.
Staring unflinching into the dark void,
Figure this, Mister Sigmund Freud!
Hollow rhetorics to an extinct conscience,
Beware, look out, be careful, be cautious.
In vain, we weep, me and my core fragile,
Both wise to the unceasing debate futile.
Saddled with self-denial, a hunt for petty lucidness,
Fluctuating yet surreal, this undying ruefulness.
Dwell aimless, lonesome, the clock ticks and breaks.
I look for the sun, while my very being aches.
