Nonsense

I don't know about you,

But I'm feeling quite blue.

Pieces of glass shatter,

I don't know the matter.

The present seems far,

The future up-close.

The past from afar

Is looking quite gross.

I'm tired of trying,

Tired of dying

Slowly inside

When the week passes by.

If figuring out

Was such an easy task,

I'd keep shut my mouth,

I'd stop downing the flask.

But thinking is breaking,

Breathing is wrecking,

Speaking's deceiving,

Loving is bleeding.

How could one gather

All the wood for a ladder

To climb up the paddle,

To fit on the saddle?

The horizon seems far,

I keep watching from afar

How the world keeps on spinning

But still, without winning.

And I want it to stop

Not spilling any drop

Of this mysterious feeling

Surrounding my being.