Sick of this wanderlust

and the siren lure of dreams.

Weary of the meandering life,

rage at my lack of focus.

I’m just in my head,

dying to be a real boy.

I’m a ghost who haunted the wrong paths,

lost in the half-life of things incomplete.

I’ve finished nothing

except for living without accomplishment.

Fuck the human being,

I just want to be a human doing.

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