If I were to disappear,
I prefer it right here.
In the comfort of my room,
Safe from outside's gloom.
I don't know what I want,
Is it behind me or in front?
Which direction should I take?
Every sign seemed to be fake.
All the energy I have saved,
It ran out as they swayed.
My sight is weakening,
Like the light every evening.
Must I give up? Tell me,
What good is this absurdity?
My existence is nothing,
Nothing but a waste of living.
Signs come and go, saying
"It's time for good beginning."
I guess I could go with the flow,
And see how this story would go.