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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