A tired face, through youthful eyes
Hollow, empty and numb.
Where can I go from here?!
Currency falls through my pocket like a sieve.
So many holes to fall through, endlessly falling.
Like a gambler, salvation is just one step away.
One more idea, wasted and rotted through neglect.
Will my words truly take me where I need to be?
My mind has always been creative but the drive has never been there.
Music, Photography, Writing. Can it all come together?
Does it need to come together? Maybe it shouldn’t.
I am done with the office grind. 8:30am to 5pm.
The best of me spent bored and uninterested.
Spending my time with uninspired souls, content with their mediocrity.
I need something more. I need me.
I don’t recognise who I am.
All I see is a tired face, through youthful eyes.
My exterior grows weary, inside there is fire.
I need to exhaust it, to let it burn from the inside out.
And I, will be me again.
