Notepad in hand,
I write from the top of my head
Wondering what I should put down instead.
Darker thoughts always come to mind,
Might be easier if I wrote something else this time.
The same words just renewed,
Repeated back and said to you
Open a window,
To get a view.
Are you still reading this?
Because I don’t have a clue.
Can’t that be said for anyone?
One miss step,
Now you’re paying again
Thinking about the choices you should have made instead.
Can’t look back,
The future is ahead
Tic toc the clock dangles above your head
Coming back to the same dead end.
Speaking not thinking,
Because your actions replaced the space,
Where you rest your head.
Holding a piece of paper,
Thinking of the years that you dread
I’m not sure what I should write instead.

M.STEIN