Was looking for something... Found.
Realized it was nothing... Damn.
Moved on to the next.
Found the same im perplexed.
Goals achieved so what do I do now?
Makes you think,
what's really the point
Drive a person to drink,
or maybe smoke a joint.
Left to our own devices.
We all have our vices.
Baptized in our lies, it's
created our crisis.
It's the source of my depression.
It's the stall in my progression.
It's the heart of my confession.
Leaves me scarred in my oppression.
It's hard to see my future.
Which leaves me in a stupor.
I don't know what comes next.
Death becomes my suitor.
©reece3677
R