I open my eyes world,
so damned lazy.
Daydreamer with unfulfilled dreams.
Weak and hazy.
I am distraught today,
feeling shallow.
Full of confections, no substance,
unhallowed.
If I write, who'll listen
to me and why?
Ain't got much to really say
except..."Hi"?
I am flawed, but who knows?
Who'd even ask?
There's simply no new ideas,
light to bask.
Am I afraid? Of what?
Our rejections?
No one else has done this to me!
Reflections?
I am distraught today,
feeling shallow.
Full of confections, no substance,
unhallowed.
I open my eyes world,
so damned lazy.
Daydreamer with unfulfilled dreams,
weak and hazy.
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