Like a plain white paper
scattered on the floor
My days goes on and on just like that
Wasting my time to be exact

Still waiting for something
Something that I've never known
Mind filled with thoughts
Wait... what thoughts?

Staring vacantly into space
Ohh how time flies..
I feel so good and  nice
To spend all my time being myself

I feel satisfied...
I feel empty ...
Why do I feel this way?
Am I afraid?