Sorrow of the Soul

Days... merging into weeks... weeks into months... months into years
Aging... aging...
What does it mean? I've remained the same.
But my soul is rooted in a place i could not call the present.

I live, I breathe, I walk.
But what does it mean? Living... I'm nowhere...
Nowhere else to go. None to look forward to.

The monotony has eaten me...
Such a whiner... why complain?
I have everything.

Still... that's where my humanity has led me.