Stuck in a drought This life unfolds so slow Ambition a friend I can’t keep in my close circle Universal state of melancholy
Colleagues in suffering In comfort nothing grows Calluses go soft in the hands of happiness Anxiety, human abyss swallowing me whole Swallowing me whole
Admission of guilt Admission of dishonesty Admission of the fact that I don’t do what’s best Admission of denial, of stagnancy Admission of the tumult which brews deep inside of me
