Take a look through my windows if you dare
into undeserved sadness and maudlin haze.
Sometimes I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing anymore
then I realise and accept that I don’t.
The happy blistered masses sneer as I slink through,
aiming my eyes and tears downward.
Population crowds one side of the coin,
I am lost in the middle of tails.
Choice is my mind’s cruel illusion,
happiness vs. sadness out of my hands.
My coin flips during the night,
the decision made for me before sunrise.
The future has just caved in on itself
and it’s remains drip through black holes.