• Isolated in my own daydreams.
    Caught between what I want and what I need.
    Too many directions unwalked.
    My own choices have me worried.

    But what is the difference between destiny and doom?
    Our decisions lead us to an ending either way.
    Doors closing as others open.
    Without a single word to say.

    Caught in the middle of a crisis.
    An everyday event.
    "Where do I go from here?" is my question.
    My way is none to pervent.

    Hidden behind shame.
    My life is not ment to flaunt.
    Not needing anymore questionmarks.
    Or something else to taunt.

    But if I go down let it be hidden.
    I'm not fond of others pity.
    This is my situation.
    Not something laced up and pretty.

    So I say goodbye now.
    To everything I thought was real.
    Because I am going into the unknown.
    For it is what I feel..