Life passes by,
No matter how much one tried to stand still,
As time waits for no men (or women?),
Days, weeks, months went by,
It was like I didn't even notice them leaving me,
It was as if I was in a trance,
Caught up with such a f'ed up chase,
That I overlooked the very fact,
That I have been pursuing after shadows,
Shadows that grows when the sun's up,
And fades when darkness surrounds,
What was I trying to achieve?
I have forgotten my life purposes,
Perhaps a slap or two would wake me up,
Carry myself back to life,
Which as a matter of fact,
States me as one whose a never was,
Perhaps I need a push,
Perhaps I need a pull,
And perhaps,
I should be lying down,
Clearing my thoughts,
Was it right to be taking this path,
To be continuing this journey,
Walking in the same dark alley?
