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, 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
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

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