captive in my mind

midnight crisis

I've not even survived
A quarter of my life

But every midnight crisis
Shows me what the price is

Of not caring enough what's good, instead I'll do what's easy

I do what I desire for the minute-to-be

My future self dispises me
Somehow I hope it won't exist
But after I'll have gotten sleep
I fear I can resist this wish

31. März / 01. April 2024