Stuck

isn’t it better to live in the future

where all your dreams become true

isn’t it better to live in the past

where all your pain runs loose

i keep forgetting who i am

wearing this forever changing shell,

unhappiness dwells onto me

like gum at the bottom of my new shoe

my cat is screaming at midnight

the hour seems longer each day

i’m so tired but i can’t stay here

otherwise i’ll never wake up again.

t.l.