Nearly crumbling on the edge of sanity — tip-toed, teetering and tottering
I am ready to collapse at any given moment,
at any given second.
I am fairly certain of my inadequate understanding of this world.
The philosophies that you are able to comprehend
so damn easily,
so goddamn well
can’t get through my thick and senseless skull.
And you ask me why, so many damn times it can't.
Because it just can't.
And I tell you I know not why, with all sincerity;
reason being, that I have given up on it all.
No longer is it a matter of when it will be better,
but how to become better.
Swaying back and forth,
the clock is ticking.
And time isn’t getting any slower.