The dark room

I don’t know if i’m laid in darkness,
what sins am i trying to hide from?
I’ve done so much! My life would end
in eternal and painfully lasting death.

The tiring, dire responsabilities
that scream my name here and there,
will slowly kill me until i’m ash.
Could i escape? Or obscurity would follow?

I walk around restless, running,
bothered, annoyed, irritated.
I got to run! I got so many to do!
There’s too much to worry about!

Theres a buzz. A blast. Noises everywhere.
People talking, cars running around,
and faces which shoots their judgment.
Will they ever leave my head?

Not like in a time before the present
where my frustrations carried me around.
Now my dreams bloom along with the duties
and the danger of losing it all again.

I could never be alone anymore.
The incompleteness and absent
made me wander, miserable,
but silent and faint as a ghost.

My future lies in a dark room,
where there are no sounds or light.
Where no one can see me,
and even my thoughs will shut up.