Wasting Away

Sitting there wasting away
Past, present future days
Stuck in a circle of life
Brain confused, affects the mind

Wrong direction has been took
Blind the eyes in which they look
Too much pressure this way and that
Feels like a drowning, escaping rat

A way out is what’s needed
Too much in life wasted
So much undone, will it always be?
Will this soul ever be set free?

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