I'm sick of all this emptiness I've chosen for a life.nWithout no direction, it's a never-ending strife.nIt seemed so perfect as I planted fertile seeds.nBut in this barren soil I've lost my basic needs.nSometimes I'm afraid I've lost my way.nCertain I always fail to cease the day.nSomewhere I began to go astray.nIf I could only change.nAnother life is all it takes.nI wish that I could leave this trap, I want another me.nI find myself in places I was not supposed to be.nAt the finger post I try to look the other way.nBut all I see is future forming the shape of something gray.nSometimes I'm afraid I've lost my way.nCertain I always fail to cease the day.nSomewhere I began to go astray.nIf I could only change.nAnother life is all it takes.nIf there was a way to live my life again.nI'd make sure that I would avoid the pain of moving silently, floating with the stream 'till undercurrents drag me under.nn