I woke to this hollow thoughts,
look what my decisions wrought!
I tire of the scorching sun,
and waiting til day’s end for my turn.
I lost my eyes in the books,
It was where I was shown to look.
I find myself trapped searching.
This pages tell nothing about living.
“What will you do in the future?”
Is there a day you’ll ever be sure?
My ears ache hearing what’s at stake,
Another way to limit the breath I take.
Does it suit me to be in black?
I can’t seem to find what I lack.
Maybe I shouldn’t read books of law,
It doesn’t show me any of my flaws.