I'm often lost in thoughts
I can't find a way out
The trajectories that fly me in
Disappear in a heap of doubt
The worries are masters of that realm
I've now a permanent frown
I can't seem to find ladders
Sliding on adders, going down
In the various gradients of life
Success being one
I feature where you define zero
On the side of none
It's precarious to be unaware
Unaware of the hole you're in
It's far fatal to be lost in your mind
Away from where you've been
Life is discovering the self
There's not a lot to find in me
Just the rattling sound of mediocrity
And endless cups of tea
People with bloated worth
Control the world around
Insects like me, a foolish mind
Just trampled on the ground
The fog is here to stay
I don't see any light
The obscurity is a feature in me
Can't put up a fight
As the days roll into years
As I lose the time I got
I wish I were someone else
Without a mental rot
