I'm sick of all this emptiness I've chosen for a life. Without no direction it's a never-ending strife. It seemed so perfect as I planted fertile seeds. But in this barren soil I've lost my basic I've lost my basic needs. Sometimes I'm afraid I've lost my way. Certain I always fail to cease the day. Somewhere I began to go astray. If I could only change. Another life is all it takes. I wish that I could leave this trap I want another me. I find myself in places I was not supposed to be. At the finger post I try to look the other way. But all I see is future forming the shape of something the shape of something gray. Sometimes I'm afraid I've lost my way. Certain I always fail to cease the day. Somewhere I began to go astray. If I could only change. Another life is all it takes. If there was a way to live my life again. I'd make sure that I would avoid the pain of moving silently, floating with the stream 'till undercurrents drag me under.