Stumbling down the hall
Feeling weightless, yet you fall
Suffocating from closing walls
As you ask in contemplation
What is the point of it all
Your conversation is internal
As you hear no answer
And so you light another cigarette
Feeling the cancer
You cannot let go of your thoughts
The ones that trail behind
You look to an exit and ask
Will I be fine
But no one calls, no one hears your voice
And the only thing you hear
Is your self-made noise
Do you stay or do you go
That you do not know
And so you wait another day
Until the dawn of tomorrow
Alone you awake, with another choice you must make
What do I do, for I don’t like this state
Once again
You wait
