A vague sense of wrong I should be lying, hide what I've done No, nothing Simply, nothing Nothing at all The minutes The hours wasted For such little gain I robbed myself from a better self Any dreams of grandeur; gone I closed my eyes on the obvious loss On the obvious loss Of control I've sadly reached Every waking moment Compulsively filled With others' irrelevance The few thoughts Remaining will never sprout Will never become peculiar Dazed, numbed by my lack of movement Any willingness now gone, now gone Life Passing me by The conversations I missed The people I didn't care to meet, long gone I should not wish for better anymore I will never be happier than before