Single Thread Ambition

Another flowing fog of life rolls in
Another day I just don't want to spend

A life wasted, another day of dreams
A death is how I pretend to be alive

Sloppy existence of my hazy future
Future can't exist with motivation like this

Indecision upon a blurry vision
Slapping my sense of self can't be helped

Inside the mind the time has left me dry
The inside of emotional turmoil makes me ill

No one matters, not even I
No one makes me happy, not even I

Slice my heart into its place
Dissipate my failure of bloodied ambitions

Sick paste of most haste of life waste
I can't move through a wall I build, cornered