wonder
Sometimes i wonder why i cannot stick to doing ordinary stuff like everyone else Why do i always have to chase the extra like i owe a debt to something bigger than myself Even when the reality on the eve of what is promised makes me wish for today to be my last I lay groaning in pain bruised from the weight of ambitions that pledge me little gain, smiling Because even here in what seems to be hell, i can hear angels whispering sweet promises Or maybe im being seduced by sirens eager to devour wh
