You should have done so many pretty things.
Instead the everything you've done is mess.
It's not so easy, harder than you think,
To keep on moving in the eternal stress.

You look so tired, like you've never slept.
Your breath is gone and you became a ghost.
The world had swollowed you in one great swep
And now on for eternity you are forever lost.

You could have been. You should have. But you were not.
Your failure is my possible and long awaited leave.
I hope for tiny passage - please, no more of endless road -
I hope for fluffy clouds and my pain relief.

20.11.2022