My so-called Life
I barely slept last night
My mind has to cope with complicated things,
Unwanted thoughts, restless dreams of what might have been.
Perhaps, it was because of careless youth,
Worldly choices and unsound reasons
That society bestowed on my weary shoes.
Like a forgotten piece of photo under the heavy mahogany table
My life is caught in a web of monstrous insecurity
In a dark alley, its still there-Tattered, faded and yellow.