What will matter most
Won’t be matter
When the ride expires
What we leave behind is––
What will matter most
Won’t be matter
When the ride expires
What we leave behind is––
I want to write
But I’m trapped
My ego wants to construct something profound
A piece which adheres to all the rules
And I forget what I really want to say
I neglect how I really feel.
I yearn for the past,
Like a burnt forest, forever colourless.