Within a world of something, I am lost air amongst the clouds.
Invisible vapor blooming in hideous shrouds.
Like a smudge, unnoticed upon the chalkboard, I am there, but unseen.
A ghost within a broken mind to haunt a fortune foreseen.
Failures of mine, hold me so.
Trapped in another time, unable to grow.
Am I doomed? I do not know.
If I could, I truly would.
I'd Give this up and empty my cup.
But it's a pointless dream, a worthless hope and meaningless show.
I'll always go nowhere, unable to let go; unable to glow.