Baskadia

I sat alone

Thinking again

My mind drifting as far as the wind goes

Where did it all go wrong?

I asked myself

Maybe I've always known The answer

Yet reluctant to acknowledge it

Everyday seems the same

Just this endless wormhole

Going down deeper

Maybe I do know how this ends

I'd probably get swallowed up in the end

The easiest thing is probably letting go and giving up,

I wish my head goes with my heart,

But they certainly don't play the same beat

My heart is tired, but my head is full of hope

But all I know is, I wanna feel something again..